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1 , 1, No. 1. A//iJ-OCBAA" LIBRA.JZY. Nov., 1890. ’ 

Issued Monthly. By Subscription, $3.00 per Year. 



Chicago: EUREKA PUBLISHING CO., 310 Inter Ocean Building. 


WAS HE A LEPER? 

■ V 

A novel hearing the above title, writtev^ 
by the author of “The God of Civiliza- 
tion," is now in press. ■ 

The storij, the scene of which is laid 
in Honolulu, d^eals with the dready 
scourge leprosy. 


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CHIOKGO. 


THE 


God of Civilization 


A ROMANCE 


— BY - 


MRS. M. A. PITTOCK, 

AUTHOR OF “was HF A UEPFR?” IN PRESS. 


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O; 


FRANCES M. BLUMAUER. 

The valaed friend who pointed out to me a pleasant path 
wherein iny feet might tread ; and to whose loving advice I 
shall owe whatever of success I may hereafter achieve. 

The Author. 

Chicago^ Oct., i8go. 



\ - 


The God of Civilization. 


CHAPTER I. 

‘‘Oil! I have grown so tired of this continual 
round of parties^ calls, and theatre going; I do 
wish something would happen to break the monot- 
ony of my life.” 

The foregoing remark was made by Mabel Miller, 
who spoke in a very discontented manner. 

“Why, Mabel, how can you talk of monotony? 
There is not a girl in our acquaintance who has 
more delightful changes of amusement than your- 
self. What with your winters, a succession of 
gaieties, your summers at Santa Cruz or Monterey, 
I don’t see how you can be so discontented.” It 
was Mabel’s cousin, Eucy Maynard, who spoke. 

“Oh, I know that is what you always say, but 
it does not alter the fact that I am sick of it all.” 

“Well, well, what’s the trouble? What is this, 
that my little girl is so sick of?” Mabel turned 
hastily as these words of her father’s caught her 
ear. 

“Why, papa, I didn’t know you were here or I 
might not have said what I did ; I ought to be 
contented, I know, after all you do for me.” 


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‘‘ Come, come; this won’t do, little girl. If you 
are unhappy why shouldn’t your old father know 
all about it ? ” 

I am not unnappy, papa, only I am so tired of 
everything. I was just saying I did wish some- 
thing out of the ordinary way might happen.” 

‘‘ How would a trip to Australia do for novelty, 
Mabel?” 

.‘‘Oh, papa, do you mean it? I would like it 
above all things. I have always wanted to go 
there. ’ ’ 

“Well, Mabel, if you think you can be ready in 
a week’s time you shall go. I met our old friend 
Captain Gray to-day, and it seems he is bound for 
Australia, and is going to take his wife and two 
daughters along with him, and he has room for 
one or two more on board; so there is a chance for 
you to go, if you like.” 

“ Won’t that be splendid ?” cried Mabel, clapp- 
ing her hands and dancing gleefully about the 
room like a child. 

“ But, Mabel, you must remember it is a sailing 
vessel, and not a steamer, that you are to go on, 
and, aren’t you afraid that the number of weeks 
it will take you to reach your destination, will 
prove as monotonous as parties and calls do now. ’ ’ 

“I don’t mind the length of time that we shall 
be in going. I shall find something amusing I feel 
sure ; will you go too, lyucy ?’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Oh no, thank you ; you will have to excuse 
me;” laughed Lucy. I like the present order of 


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things very well and will try a little while longer 
to find amusement in balls, and so on, and then 
besides there is Harrv you know, I couldn’t leave 
him.” 

‘‘No, indeed, I do not intend to spare both of 
my dear girls at once; what in the world would I 
do with you both away,” said Mr. Miller. 

“But, papa, you don’t mean to sav that you are - 
not going too, ’ ’ asked Mabel . 

“Why, of course, that is what I mean; did my 
girlie think I could drop everything and trot off to 
the antipodes with her at a moment’s notice? No, 
Mabel, I can’t go; but you will be well cared for, 
as Mrs. Gray, I know, will look after your wel- 
fare as closely as would your own mother if she 
were living. And her two daughters will prove 
most delightful companions if they are half as 
amiable as they are pretty. ” 

“They are lovely girls. I met them last sum- 
mer at Santa Cruz, and liked them ever so much . 

I know we shall have a nice time . ’ ’ 

“All right, then; you had better begin your 
preparations, as young ladies are not noted for 
their ability to do things up well at short notice. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘k could be ready to go to-morrow, but as long 
as I have a week to get ready in I expect I shall 
find every minute of the time taken up, so I am 
oft to make a beginning. Lucy, will you run 
down to O’Brien’s with me? I shall want a dress 
or so, and you are such an authority on such 
things, I want you with me when I choose them.” 


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The God of Civilization. 

‘‘Yes, I will go to O’Brien’s with you; that is 
much more ^6 my taste than a disagreeable, tedious 
voyage to ‘Australia,” answered Lucy. 

The two girls left the room to don hats and 
wraps for their shopping tour; and as they left it 
Mrs. Maynard, Lucy’s mother, who had entered 
the room in time to catch a part of the conversa- 
tion, came toward Mr. Miller with rather a 
troubled look on her face, saying, “James, how 
can you propose such a thing as this trip for Mabel; 
you really encourage her in her foolish notions of 
dislike for conventionalities. She has no mother, 
poor child, to explain to her, her duties and respon- 
sibilities, and I’m sure I have tried my best, if ever 
a woman tried, ever since I have been living here, 
to make her see how foolish she is to be always 
wishing for some new mode of life. She almost 
drives me to despair with her whims and her no- 
tions. You ought to help me in my efforts for her 
good. ’ ’ 

“Come, come,” broke in Mr. Miller, “you don’t 
mean to say I have’nt got the good of my only 
child as much at heart as you have, do you? Why, 
that girl and her happiness is my first care in life.” 

“I know, you think you are doing what is best, 
but James, don’t you see you have spoiled her by 
always letting her have her own way in obtaining 
what she calls happiness? You ought to realize 
that Mabel is now twenty years old, and it is high 
time she thought of marriage instead of such fool- 
ish trips as this one,” 


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The God of Civilization. 

‘‘Oh, nonsense, she has plenty of time yet; and 
if she don’t happen to get married I guess I’ve 
got money enough to keep her here with me yet 
awhile; hey, K^te?” 

“I might almost as well talk to the girl herself 
as to you. Now, why can’t she settle down to take 
an interest in society, as Lucy does? In a few 
months I shall see Lucy nicely settled in an 
establishment of her own; and if Mr. Howard 
is a little wiki now he will settle down after he 
and Lucy are married awhile, and I had hoped 
that when she was married and all that, I should 
then see Mabel as well suited.” 

“I know, Kate, you are a great little match- 
maker; but you see Mabel don’t want to find a hus- 
band just yet, and I don’t want to lose her 3^et 
awhile, sister; so v/e will just let her alone . ” 

Perhaps Mrs. Maynard might have felt inclined 
to carry the argumxent further, but at this moment 
the two girls returned, and with them Harry 
Howard, the young man to whom Lucy was be- 
trothed. Of course the subject was dropped, and 
the few days that followed before Mabel’s depar- 
ture was so fully occupied with the arrangements 
for her trip that the subject was not again referred 
to. These last days at home were made lively by 
a farewell afternoon tea and a round of calls, all 
of which Mrs. Maynard thought necessary for 
Mabel to make before her departure, although 
Mabel tried to evade making them by putting for- 
ward the plea that she was too busy; but her aunt 


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was firm in her purpose, saying, “My dear Mabel, 
you do not seem to realize what you owe to society. 
You must make these calls or what will people in 
our set say?’ ’ 

“Oh, auntie, I don’t care even the least little bit 
what people say . I don’t care for the people in 
our set, which means three or four hundred people 
that I don’t care the snap of my finger for, any- 
way; and who do not care at all for me. Then, 
what is the use of trying all the time to keep iip 
with society? I like my friends, and I hope I have 
some friends who like me really in return; but I 
don’t care for society, as you call it, at all.” 

Mabel and her aunt were not all likely ever to 
have the same ideas of society, as Mrs . Maynard 
was one of those women who all her life had lived 
for society, and struggled continually to be a 
leader, but as yet her ambition was ungratified, 
for, though she was a prominent figure socially, 
she was by no means a leader ; whereas, Mabel, 
having lost her mother in early childhood, had 
been the companion, more or less, of her father, a 
man kindhearted and thoroughly good, but who 
regarded social duties as rather a bore, and conse- 
quently Mabel saw the world through his eyes and 
had learned, very young, the bitter lesson of disen- 
chantment as far as the social system was con- 
cerned. It was all a sham to her, and, as she 
was eighteen when her aunt and cousin Lucy came 
to form a part of their household, the ideas of the 
two girls was very different 


The God of Civilization. 


9 


CHAPTER II. 

The day on which the bark sailed was one of 
those clear, bright days that are so delightfnl in 
San Francisco, when the brisk breeze blowing in 
from the sea, bringing the color to the cheeks and 
giving one an indescribable feeling of thankful- 
ness for the mere fact of being alive. 

As Mabel stood on the deck, dressed in a jaunty 
sailor suit, she made as pretty a picture as one 
could wish to see, with the soft curly locks of 
golden hair blown out from under a snug little cap 
about her sweet face, and among the large party of 
friends who had come down to see the vessel off 
that was to carry Mabel on her eventful trip, there 
was at least one young man, if not more, who 
thought her by far, the handsomest as well as the 
brightest girl he knew, and felt that he would like 
very much to tell her so. But Mabel had a pecu- 
liar way of her own of keeping young men at a 
friendly distance, and the young man who looked 
at her with such a longing in his heart had not 
dared to speak of love to her, fearing to meet the 
fate of more than one of his acquaintances, for 
already she had had a number of offers of mar- 
riage. Tor she was not only a girl of wonderful 
beauty, but also exceedingly fascinating and enter- 


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taining. She had every accomplishment that 
could be taught a woman of the present day. 
Then another fact that may have had its influence 
on some of her suitors was that her father was 
what is commonly called a rich man and she an 
only child. 

At last all was ready and the staunch little tug 
Relief, after much fuss and bustle and blowing of 
whistles, had made fast to the bark. Mabel threw 
herself into her father’s arms for a last good-bye. 
Now she stands leaning over the rail, with one 
hand raised to shade her eyes from the glare of the 
sun, and with the other waved farewell to those 
standing on the wharf watching the slow, majestic 
progress of the vessel out towards the blue Paciflc. 

Mabel strained her eyes for a last glimpse of the 
form of her father. It never entered her mind 
that this is the last time she may ever see him, but 
her heart is as gay and as light as a child’s as she 
joined Mrs. Gray and her tv/o daughters who are 
talking with a man of perhaps thirty, who is 
dressed in the pronounced English style. 

As Mabel had already met Mr. Allen Thornton, 
who was a fellow passenger, she fell quickly into 
conversation with the group. Allen Thornton was 
saying to Mrs. Gray, ‘‘Well, you know I had in- 
tended to take the steamer for Melbourne, but 
reached San Francisco a day too late for the 
steamer, and as I should have to wait about a 
month for the next one, then finding that your 
vessel was to leave in a day or so with a pleasant 


II 


The God of Civilisation. 

little party on board, and as I have a fondness for 
pleasant little parties rather than large ones, not 
so agreeable, here I am. I do hope you ladies are 
going to be awfully nice to me and try to do every- 
thing in your power, to make the trip a pleasant 
one for me. ’ ’ 

At which the three girls laughed heartily, and 
Etta, the younger of the Gray girls, answered him 
with, ‘‘Oh, we’ll make it pleasant for you, if wait- 
ing on us can make it so. I was just saying how 
nice it was to have a young man along to wait up- 
on us all the time as you won’t have another thing 
in the world to do, and we shall have to keep you 
busy.” 

‘ ‘Oh, this is something simply fearful. I thought, 
being the only man in this little party of idlers, 
you would vie with each other in your efforts to 
amuse me; but alas, instead of that, you intend to 
use the advantage of your superior number to 
reduce me to the level of a slave. ’ ’ 

“Don’t you wish you were safe on shore again,?” 
laughed Etta. 

“I do not dare to say I wish it or you may per- 
haps throw me overboard and tell me to strike out 
for the shore. No, I will try to bear your tyranny, ’ ’ 
saying which he settled himself comfortably in a 
big bamboo chair, and after asking of the ladies 
permission to smoke and being granted his request, 
he lit his pipe. He certainly looked as if he were 
going to make the best of his lot. 


12 


The God of Civilization. 


CHAPTER HI. 

The days passed more rapidly than Mabel had 
any idea they would, and a delightful time they 
had, too. Reading, card playing, and an occa- 
sional old-fashioned candy making enlivened the 
time. They really did not heed the passage of time 
as the vessel, day after day, brought them farther 
into that realm of delight — the tropics. All day 
long they lie lazily on deck under an awning that 
had been put up to protect them from the fervid 
rays of the glorious king of day, and drink in the 
fresh sba air so warm, yet so refreshing, so de- 
licious. 

The party had become so imbued with truly 
tropical indolence, that now, even reading was aban- 
doned by them. They were having a desultory 
conversation one afternoon when it occurred to 
them that a pleasant diversion would be to relate 
any strange events that had ever happened to any 
of them, and then weave the whole into one 
romance, drawing on their imaginations, of course, 
to make the final story more thrilling. 

‘‘Now,” cried Mabel, “Mr. Thornton, as you 
were the one to propose the scheme, you must be 
the first to tell of the events in your life that are 
worthy to be written in our crazy-patch story, 


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which, I am sure, will astonish the whole world 
when we allow it to read our wonderful 
productions. ’ ’ 

‘‘All right. Miss Miller; but as you are the one 
to propose giving our story the honor of being 
written I move^hat you be the one to write down 
all the events that have, in the past, happened to 
our party,” Mr. Thornton answered with a laugh, 
as Mabel made a wry face at being picked out as 
the one to do the only physical labor connected 
with the plan. 

“Wait until I run down and get a blank book 
which I have in my cabin, and we shall be under 
full sail, ’ ’ saying which Mr . Thornton disappeared 
down the companion way, returning with blank 
book and pencil. “Now, Miss Mabel, to work.” 

“But,” said she, “how can I write anything 
until you have told me what to write . ’ ’ 

“By Jove, I forgot you were waiting for me to 
begin. Let me see, to begin with I was born at a 
very early age, and ’ ’ 

“Now stop, Mr. Thornton, we won’t allow any 
such old joke as that to go with our romance,” 
cried Etta. 

“Very well, then; I was born at Brighton, Eng- 
land. Now, really, girls, I don’t see where I’m 
going to find the romance or strange events in 
my life. I’m in despair.” 

“That isn’t fair, Mr. Thornton,” said Mabel, 
“you’ve got to go on now. I warrant you have a 
romance you don’ t want us to know anything about. ’ ’ 


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The God of Civilization. 

‘Well, here goes then. I was born at Brighton, 
England, and lived there the first fifteen years of 
my life. When I was about a year old my father, 
wliQ was a sea captain, left home in his ship for 
the very port which we are bound for, but which 
he never reached, as his vessel was. lost with all on 
board and was never heard from. I lived with my 
widowed mother until I was fifteen, at which 
time^he died, leaving me alone in the world, as I 
had no brother or sister and but one relative, an 
uncle, who, at about the time I was born, had gone 
to Australia, where he had large interests in som^ 
of the gold mines in that region. After my uncle 
learned of my mother’s death he sent me to school 
and college, in the meantime piitting a liberal 
amount of money at my disposal, and when I left 
college I had a letter from him saying that he now 
wished me to come out to Australia and live with 
him, to take an interest in his large business; in 
fact to occupy the place of a son to him, as he was 
childless. Now you would think of course I did 
as he wished, but I did not, and why? All because 
a pretty little girl, with rosy cheeks and rogiiish, 
laughing eyes, had too strong an attraction for me; 
but I should have known that those laughing eyes 
could have looked as lovingly at other admirers as 
myself. But I trusted my little darling, even when 
with her arms around my neck she told me that 
‘papa must not know of our engagement just yet.’ 
What difference did it make to me so long as I 
knew she loved me, even if she did dance half the 


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night and idle away half the day with that young 
idiot Grayson, whose father is worth his inillions . 
I knew that she loved me, but one day I awoke 
from my dream. What w^as this I held in my 
hand — a card to a wedding? Was I going mad or 
had my eyes -played me false? No, my God, no; 
it was there printed on the card I held in my hand 
— ^HkIvKn Jessup TO Herbert Grayson.’ Yes, 
it was my darling’s name. I dropped my head on 
my hands and gave way to my agony. But finally 
recovering myself I resolved to go to Helen and 
ask her what it meant ; so dashing out of the house 
I w^as soon in a cab going rapidly toward her fath- 
er’s house. I hardly gave the cab time to stop 
before I sprang out and rushed up the steps and 
rang at the door. • I asked for Helen. The servant 
hesitated a moment and then said, ‘Miss Jessup is 
at home, but I do not know whether she will see 
anyone or not. I will ask, if you will step into the 
parlor, sir.’ I went in, my head in a whirl. I 
was hardly seated when Helen rushed in — a vision 
of loveliness in white — and actually threw herself 
in my arms, exclaiming, ‘You darling Allen; I 
know what you are going to say, but don’t say it, 
dearest, for my heart is broken, too. ’ 

“ ‘What do you mean,’ I cried, ‘your heart bro- 
ken? Who has broken it, may I ask?’ 

“ ‘Allen dear, don’t look at me that way; I can- 
not endure it. You look as if you blamed me for 
what has happened. ’ 

“ ‘And who, pray, is to blame?’ I found breath 


1 6 The God of Civilization. 

to ask. At which she melted into tears and cried, 
‘You don’t love me any more.’ 

“I was almost dumb with astonishment. ‘You 
don’t expect me to love you when you are going 
to marry another man, do you,?’ I gasped. 

“ ‘Don’t you see how it is; I love you and 
always shall love you. Really, I could not marry 
you after papa found that your income from your 
mother’s estate was only four hundred pounds a 
year. Now, dearest, you know I could not dress 
decently on that. No, I had to marry Herbert, 
but I do not love him and never shall.’ 

“ ‘Why, Helen,’ I cried, ‘why did you not say' 
it was money, not love, that you wanted, and I 
could have told you I have an allowance of five 
thousand pounds a year from my uncle, who is 
one of the wealthiest men in Australia. ’ 

“ ‘Why didn’t you tell me that before; it would 
have made all the difference in the world. I don’t 
see what I can do now, unless I get up an awful 
quarrel with Herbert, and I will do that if I can. ’ 
“I was shocked beyond all expression. This 
grasping, money -loving woman, who did not hesi- 
tate to say that she loved one man, when she was 
on the eve of marrying another. Could it be my 
Helen, whom I had thought the soul of innocence 
and goodness, all girlish love and yielding tender- 
ness? 

“I turned from her with a feeling that was 
almost loathing. I could not answer one word, 
but took my hat and left her presence forever. 


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The next day found me with a ticket for New 
York in my pocket, and a determination to spend the 
rest of my life with my uncle, and, in a new country 
begin a new life. Such, young ladies, is my story 
so far; what will happen hereafter is a sealed book, 
as yet. Now, Miss Etta, give us your story next.” 

Scarcely had Allen Thornton uttered these words, 
when they were suddenly aroused by the sharp ring- 
ing of the ship’s bell, and, at the same moment 
Mrs. Gray appeared on the deck, her face white and 
her whole manner one of alarm. The young 
people sprang to their feet and ran toward her, 
crying out ‘Svhat is it,” ? ‘Vhat has happened”?, 
‘‘what is the matter,?” all talking at once in 
breathless excitement, presenting a strange contrast 
to the picture they had formed a moment before, of 
perfect comfort and contentment . 

Mrs. Gray did not speak, but dropped into a chair 
as if utterly helpless . 

“What is it,” again cried Etta. 

Mrs. Gray raised her head and uttered that one 
word, so terrible to hear at sea: “Fire! 1” 

“O, mamma, is the ship on fire?” 

By this time Mrs. Gray had recovered her com- 
posure, and, answered, ‘ ‘yes, on fire. Do what you 
can quickly to save what valuables you have. Your 
father says there is considerable powder in the 
vessel, and, that we shall probably have to take to 
the boats to save our lives.” 

Indeed, already while they had been speaking, 
the men had Jbeen busy supplying the life boats 


1 8 TJie God of Civilization. 

with barrels of sea biscuit, and salt beef, and casks 
of fresh water and other nescessities ; and the scene 
which had so lately been one of placid enjoyment, 
had, in a moment been turned into the wildest con- 
fusion. Sailors running here and there, officers 
shouting out orders, and above it all, the smoke 
arising in dense clouds. The life boats were soon 
ready for their precious human frieght. Into one 
boat Mrs. Gray, Allen Thornton, the three girls, the 
captain and four sailors went, the rest of the crew 
taking another boat. The men set the sails on the 
captain’s boat, and, as there was a brisk breeze 
blowing, together with the fact that the men bent 
manfully to the oars, they were soon a safe distance 
from the burning ship, and looking back could see 
the flames bursting out all over her. 

All at once there was a frightful noise, and as 
they looked, they saw the vessel torn asunder, por- 
tions of her being thrown high in the air. It was 
as if she had lifted herself out of her watery bed in 
one wild leap of joy, at no longer being under the 
control of human hands, but left to the mad caprice, 
of the wild elements — fire and water. As a portion 
of the smoke cleared away the now shipwrecked 
watchers could see that she has been completely 
shattered by the terrible explosion, and, that what 
had been so lately a noble vessel, breasting the 
waves with majestic calm, was now gone from the 
face of the waters; no more should she sail away 
with her sails bellying in the breeze, her flag and 
pennon floating gaily at her mastheads; no more 


The God of Civilization. 19 

should loving eyes gaze out over the harbor bar 
with longing anxiety for her coming, bringing 
loved ones home. No, she had gone, gone forever. 

The day passed slowly enough to our friends. 
All through the afternoon they kept in sight of the 
other boat load of fellow sufferers. As the day ad- 
vanced, the breeze, which had been blowing all 
day, was a strong gale by the time night had fallen, 
with that suddenness, which seems, in a moment, 
to envelop the sea and earth as with a dark shroud 
dropped by mysterious hand from heaven. 

There is in the tropics no gentle approach of 
night, no soft shades of twilight, that time when 
all heaven and earth is hushed in dreamy, restful 
quiet; that time between the busy, gay and gar- 
ish day and the dark, gruesome night. The 
darkness seemed to increase the uneasiness of all 
on board the little craft as they were afraid the 
high winds might drive them against some of the 
large pieces of wreckage which, before nightfall they 
had seen not far* from them ; and if such an acci- 
dent happened to them there would be little 
chance of their escaping a most horrible death. 
But their fears from that source were fortunately 
not realized. 

At last morning dawned, but bringing no abate- 
ment of the storm ; in fact, the southerly gale had 
increased to almost a hurricane in violence. 

All day long the wind and sea raged, the seas 
breaking over the frail craft time and again. Not 
a mouthful of food was taken by any- of the 


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wretched party, as they did not dare to relax their 
hold on the boat to which they clung in the agony of 
despair. After hours of this horrible battling with 
the sea, Mrs. Gray feebly called out, “I can keep 
my hold no longer. My strength is almost gone. 
Good-bye my loved ones.” 

Captain Gray made an effort to reach her but he 
had been thrown from his feet to the bottom of the 
boat a moment before, and his leg was now held by 
a cask that had fallen on him, and before any one 
could reach Mrs. Gray, another sea had swept the 
unfortunate boat, and, tearing her from her feeble 
hold had carried her far beyond the reach of assist- 
ance. The storm continued but a short time 
longer to vent its fury on the ill-fated occupants of 
the life boat, and shortly after Mrs. Gray was swept 
away it passed on to the north in search of new 
victims ; but left behind it a long angry swell, 
the vast bosom of the deep, heaving and swelling. 

The grey and sullen skies, from which the rain 
now came in a soft shower, like a child denied 
some wished for toy, who cries and stamps its foot 
in rage, then finally sobs itself to sleep. All 
through the night the swells continued, but by 
morning had almost disappeared and the sun shown 
from a clear sky, with a genial warmth. 

By noon, the clothes of the drenched party were 
dry and they had set to work to find what was left 
to them, after the storm, of their supply of pro- 
visions. They found the barrel of beef all right, 
the sea biscuit a little water-soaked, and set to 


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work spreading the biscuit in the sun to dry. The 
barrels had all been firmly lashed to the boat so 
they had stood the stress of the storm with but lit- 
tle damage, but, to their horror, they found when 
they came to examine the water cask that was also 
lashed to the boat, that during the storm its side 
had been -stove in, letting almost all the water es- 
cape, so that now there remained but a few pints 
of the precious liquid in the bottom of the cask. 
It was realized by all that the danger they now 
had most to fear was lack of water. After having- 
eaten heartily of the sea biscuit and beef, that to 
satisfy their immediate thirst, would take all the 
water remaining, but they contented themselves 
with a mere sip, just enough to moisten their 
parched lips. 

Carrie Gray, who had always been a delicate 
girl, was completely prostrated by the terror and 
hardships which she had undergone the past few 
days, and the loss of her mother preyed upon her 
mind so constantly, that by the evening of the third 
day she was raging with fever, and her father and 
sister denied themselves of their share of water, 
only dampening their lips and tongues with a few 
drops, so that Carrie might have all to relieve her 
sufferings as much as possible. 


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CHAPTER V. 

‘ ‘ Captain Gray, have you any idea wnere we 
are?” asked Allen Thornton, on the afternoon of 
the third day. 

It was not the first time that the query had been 
on the lips of more than one of the unfortunates, 
but each time they had dreaded to ask the ques- 
tion, as they feared the answer. 

‘ ‘ I can not say exactly, of course, ’ ’ answered 
Captain Gray, ‘‘but as the wind that has been 
treating us so unmercifully, was from the southeast 
we have been keeping, apparently, a course, more 
or less, to the northwest, and I should say we are 
considerably northwest of our position when we 
left the ship.” 

“ Do we stand much chance of being picked up 
by some passing ship. Captain ? ’ ’ asked Mabel. 

“No, I’m afraid we do not,” answered the cap- 
tain, ‘ ‘ as we are rather out of the line of ship 
.travel. You see, the winds had been quite light for 
several days before we abandoned the vessel, and 
what headway we made was entirely to the west- 
ward, so that we were considerably farther west 
than the usual course of vessels. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Then we may as well make up our minds to 
die first as last, is that the way of it. Captain ? ’ ’ 
asked Allen . 


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‘‘No, we will not give up yet by any means. 
Do yon remember, Etta, the day before we left 
the ship, when I was marking our position on the 
chart, you asked me what all those little black 
dots, extending in a curved line almost ahead of 
us, were ? ’ ’ 

“Yes, papa, I do indeed, and you said they were 
little islands, or reefs that had been sighted from 
time to time by some vessel.’’ 

“Well, there lies our chance for safety,” said 
the captain. “We are now considerably nearer 
them, I should judge, and we may be able to make 
one of those islands.” 

“ How long will it take us to reach the islands, 
do you suppose? ” asked Mabel. 

“Well, I can’t say that we will ever reach them, 
my dear Mabel, I can only hope so ; but even if 
w@ do, we may be no better off, as some of them 
are simply coral reefs, others barren and desolate, 
being of recent volcanic origin, while still others are 
inhabited by the fiercest tribes of cannibals. They 
are, for the most part, unexplored, as they are in 
latitudes where storms from the south, such as we 
have passed through, are of frequent occurence, 
and the quantity of reefs make the approach to 
them a matter of great peril.” 

“ Well, Mabel, we will keep up stout hearts and 
hope for the best, won’t we ? ” said Allen. 

Etta had sat listening to all her father had said, 
saying but little until now, but as Carrie, whose 
head was resting in Etta’s lap, moved restlessly 


24 The God of Civilization. 

and moaned, ‘‘Water, give me some water.” 

It seemed that Etta could stand it no longer and 
she cried, ‘ ‘ Oh, papa, we must get there right 
away. Can’t something be done to help us on? 
Carrie can not endure this horrible heat much 
longer, without shelter, and the water is all gone.” 

“All gone?” the words seemed to be fairly 
shrieked by the horrified group, for they knew that 
under this burning sky they could none of them 
exist long without water. 

Her father was the first to ask where the supply 
had gone, that an honr before he had thought suf- 
ficient, at the rate they were using it, for at least 
two days, and now it was all gone. ‘ ‘ Who used 
it,” Captain Gray asked sternly ? ” 

“I did,” said Etta, “don’t blame me, papa, I 
could not help it, I have given it to Carrie. I 
could not endure it any longer to see her suffering 
so. I had to give it to her.” 

Captain Gray bowed his head in his hands for a 
moment, then taking Etta’s hand in his, asked in 
a broken voice, ‘ ‘Do you know what you have done 
my child? You have doomed us all to a horrible 
death.” 

“Don’t papa, don’t. I could not bear to see 
her die, calling for water when there was still a 
little that she might have. ’ ’ 

“But what can we do for her now, the water is 
all gone, and her fever higher than ever. My God! 
Must I see my loved ones die, and be powerless to 
help them. My wife torn from me by the relent- 


The God of Civilization, 


25 


less waves, and now, my darling daughter d}dng 
before my eyes. Would to God I could die ; but, 
to live on bereft of those dearest to me, I shudder 
at the thought.” 

The morning of the forirth day broke, hot, oh, so 
hot . The air was like a breath from a furnace, 
scorching, and parching the occupants of the boat. 
Carrie was raving wildly, and calling constantly 
for water, but not even a drop was to be had . Her 
agonized father, and sister could do nothing for her, 
and death came to release her from her horrible 
sufferings about one o’clock, as near as they could 
judge, as the watches of both the captain and Allen 
had stopped during the storm and they had set them 
by guess. 

Knowing that they could not keep the body of 
Carrie any length of time, and fully realizing the 
fact that they were all fast losing strength, Allen 
Thornton, assisted by two of the sailors, committed 
the remains to the sea. It was horrible to think of 
doing so, as sharks had been following the boat for 
some time past, and, here and there the shining 
dorsal fin of a sluggish, slow moving monster of the 
deep could be seen glistening in the sunlight. 
Etta was spared the torture of seeing her loved 
sister’s body given up to such a fate, owing to the 
fact that she was utterly unconscious of all that 
passed, and sat in the bottom of the boat with a 
vacant stare in her eyes. Both she and Mabel had 
now almost succumbed to the heat, and their terrible 
thirst. One of the sailors was raving wildly and 


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throwing his arms above his head with heart-rend- 
ing shrieks, as the body of Carrie struck the water 
with a slight splash, the sound seemed to madden 
him still more, for he gave one wild cry and threw 
himself over the side of the boat. 

The sky which had been so clear at the begin- 
ning of the day, had gradually become overcast 
with clouds. At about three o’clock a few drops of 
rain fell with a soft plash into the boat. It soon 
increased to a hard shower. Captain Gray, Allen 
and the sailors quickly unlashed the barrel contain- 
ing the sea biscuit, which they emptied into the 
bottom of the boat and set the barrel to catch the 
rain. They soon had caught enough to give each 
of the girls a refreshing draught, moistening their 
own parched throats as well. The rain continued to 
fall for some time, enabling them to catch several 
quarts of water. 

For three days more they drifted on, with no 
signs of land, or even a friendly sail in sight, but 
about noon of the eighth day one of the sailors cried: 
‘‘Fand! Fand!” ‘‘Captain, isn’t that land ahead?” 

“I have seen that line against the sky for some 
time,” answered Captain Gray, “and I think yon 
are right in saying it is land, yet it may be only a 
coral reef. 

What remnant of sail they had left was soon put 
up, and fortunately what breeze there was, was 
setting directly toward the island, if island it really 
was. 

“Can’t we do something to make sure of reaching 


The God of Civilization. 27 

it, papa, if it is land ?’ ’ asked Etta, who had now 
entirely revived , 

‘‘No my child, we must trust to luck to take us 
there. We are almost helpless. But there seems 
to be a current setting in towards shore, which, if 
nothing, such as adverse winds, happens to change 
our course, I think that sometime to-morrow we 
shall reach the island or reef, whichever it is.” 

‘ ‘Are we not in danger of running on some hidden 
reef?” said Allen. 

“Yes, we do run some risk of that, but we must 
do the best we can. ’ ’ 

As night came on, the weary wanderers over the 
face of the waters, composed themselves to rest with 
a feeling of almost security, so nearly ended seemed 
their trials of the past week. The three sailors, 

♦ Alleji and the captain went on watch by turns 
throughout the night. By the early morning light 
how anxiously all the party scanned the shore, 
which could now be seen quite plainly. The waves 
gently lifted the boat and each moment seemed to 
carry it onward, in a manner that was meant to com- 
pensate for the roughness with which the waves had 
handled the staunch little craft a few days before . 

‘ ‘I think, ’ ’ said Captain Gray, ‘ ‘that we are in- 
side of a large reef and that fact accounts for the 
calmness of the sea. ’ ’ 

“We are lucky that the wind keeps favorable,” 
said Allen. “What in the world should we do if 
the wind should go down?” 

“WeM, Allen,«” answered Mabel, “we must trust 


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in providence. God has so far brought us out of 
our perils, and we should not now, doubt His good- 
J^ss, or power to protect us. ’ ’ 

“I know Mabel, yet I cannot help feeling as if, 
were we again to be driven out to sea, it would be 
harder to bear than our trials of the last week 
have been. ’ ’ 

“But see, Allen,” broke in Etta, “we can actu- 
ally see the shore and v/hat is on it.” 

“Yon mean, what is not on it, dont you?” said 
Allen. “I don’t see anything but a mass of reddish 
brown rock.” 

“I must say it is not a very promising looking 
shore” answered Etta, “but I shall be thankful to 
reach it, no matter what there is on it . I have 
such a horror of this boat, from which my mother 
and sister have been snatched by death. ’ ’ 

Nearer, and nearer they came to the shore. At 
last a grating sound under the keel, was heard. 
They had gone as far as possible . One of the sailors 
sprang out, and found the water quite shallow, and 
waded ashore. He soon came back, and, with 
the help of the other sailors, carried ashore what 
was left of the provisions. Going on shore a second 
time they found that if they could move the boat 
from its present position, they might get it into 
deeper water, and by pushing it along with a pole 
bring them a sort of little cove . 

“But where are we to get the poles from?” asked 
Allen. 


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“We will take tlie remains of the mast. That 
will do, ’ ’ said Captain Gray. 

Suiting the action to the word, and getting the 
boat free once more, they began to push her slowly 
up the little inlet. At last she was snugly along- 
side the shore, and once more all the party felt the 
firm earth under their feet. A feeling of thankful- 
ness filled every heart. 


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The God of Civilisation. 


CHAPTER VI. 

They were all very hungry, as they had been too 
intently watching their approach to the island to 
think of eating anything since the morning, and it 
was now almost sunset. Going over to the place 
where the sailors had first landed, where the beef 
and biscuit had been deposited, they prepared to eat 
their supper. They were all heartily tired of salt 
beef and hard tack, but the country appeared to be 
very barren, and there seemed little likelihood of 
their finding much in the way of food on it. 

‘‘I think,” said Captain Gray, ‘‘that this is one 
of the volcanic islands I spoke of, but still we may 
have landed on the most desolate part of it. To- 
morrow we will explore it in all directions, and find 
out just what our position is.” 

After supper they prepared for their first night 
ashore, and yet it was not exactly ashore, either, as 
the boat was more comfortable as a sleeping place, 
than the rocky shore; so arranging the sail in the 
bottom of the boat, they spent, by far, the most 
cornfortable night since the burning of the ‘ ‘Western 
Shore. ’ ’ 

When the first light of morning made its appear- 
ance, Allen and Harry (Sue of the sailors) set out to 
see if they could find water, which they were again 


rhe God of Civilisation, 31 

likely to suffer for, or any kind of food. They 
followed the shore line until they had rounded a 
sharp point which obscured the boat from their 
view. As they rounded this point, an exclamation 
of joy burst from Allen’s lips. ‘‘See Harry,” cried 
he, ’there is a large number of trees; they will 
probably have fruit of some kind . ” 

“Yes, they have fruit,” answeied Harry, “but 
I’m afraid we can’t reach it. They are cocoanut 
trees. ’ ’ 

“Well, what if they are? What’s to prevent 
our getting the nuts; they would be a fine change 
in our diet, and the milk, too, would be very 
acceptable.” 

“Yes, that’s true, sure enough, but we can’t get 
them. Those trees are from fifty to seventy-five 
feet high, and it takes a fellow that’s used to climb- 
ing them, to reach the nuts. I can tell you that.” 

“Why,” said Allen, “can’t you climb one of 
those trees? You were nimble enough when you 
had to go aloft to .set a sail, and I think it must be 
quite as hard to climb a mast as a tree.” 

“No sir, that’s where you’re wrong. When a 
fellow’s going up the rigging, don’t 3^ou see he has 
all the ropes to help him, but to climb a cocoanut 
tree it’s a sight different. You’ve got nothing to 
lay hold of, and have got to trust to your feet and 
hands having a good grip on the bark.” 

“I think you could do it if you tried,” said 
Allen. 

“Well, I know as how I ain’t smart enough to do 


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it, for I have tried it afore now. You see I’ve 
been around a good bit in the South Seas, ■ and 
there aint no fellow but what’ll try his hand at 
climbing a cocoanut tree if he thinks he can do 
it.” 

By this time they were in the midst of the grace- 
ful, tall trees which held their plume-like heads 
high against the sky, as if in proud defiance of all 
such aspiring mortals as should wish to rob them of 
their royal crown of fruit But now that they had 
reached the' cocoanut grove, they found that there 
were a number of other trees of much lower 
growth in the neighborhood. On going up to 
these trees they found them to have very broad 
leaves that spread out from the top of the 
trunk, each leaf being held in an almost horizon- 
tal position by a thick, pulpy stem, from three to 
five feet in length. The lower round of leaves 
having the largest stems, and each row being some- 
what shorter than the one beneath, forming a most 
agreeable shade, as its shape was that of an immense 
umbrella. Clustered closely around the trunk, and 
directly under the leaves, were about a dozen bright, 
orange-colored fruits, resembling a quince some- 
what in shape, only larger. Allen was the first to 
see these, and called to Harry, ‘‘What are those 
trees ahead of us, do you know?” 

“Yes, they are papiea trees, and the fruit is 
mighty good to eat, too.” 

They were not long in gathering a number of 
these, and also some guavas, which they found 


The God of Civilizafion, 23 

in abundance. Now, as it was getting well on in 
the morning, and they were beginning to feel as if 
breakfast would be acceptable, they started back 
to the boat. They were rather disappointed at 
not having found any traces of fresh water, but 
hoped that the captain and Ben, who had gone in 
the opposite direction, had been more fortunate, 
and so indeed they had. Not far from where the 
boat was moored they came upon a little stream, 
whose limpid water hurrying* over its rock-brown 
bed, was a joyful sight to the searchers. Passing 
a little beyond the shining* brooklet, on whose bank 
they stopped a moment, both the captain and 
Ben taking a long draught of the sweet water, they 
came upon a lovely beach covered with bits of cor- 
al, shining sands and bright shells. Ben, running 
down to the water’s edge, soon turned with the ex- 
clamation, ‘‘It’s just as you thought, captain, 
when you said there should be plenty of crab, if we 
could find a good beach. See, here is a fine one, I 
have caught. ’ ’ After working for some time they 
managed to capture eight fine crabs. 

‘‘Now,” said the captain, “I think we had 
better go back to camp with what we have, and 
delay our expedition until after breakfast. It will 
take some time to prepare these, even if Hans and 
the girls have managed to get a fire.” 

“All right, just as you say, captain,” came the 
answer, but if you will wait just a few minutes I 
will get some of that seaweed we have seen cling- 
ing to the rocks. It makes first-rate eating.” 


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‘‘What, that black, slippery looking stuff?” 
asked the captain. 

“ Yes, sir. The natives of several islands down 
in these parts eat it, and 1 have tasted it and it’s 
first rate. ’ ’ 

“That’s so,” said Captain Gray, “now I come 
to think of it, I have seen the natives of the 
Hawaiian Islands, and Samoa, eat it. ’ ’ 

So, gathering a quantity of the sea kale, they 
also started back for the boat. 

In the meantime the girls and Hans had not 
been idle. They had searched in all directions for 
material to build a fire. They succeeded in find- 
ing a number of pieces of driftwood, which, during 
some storm had been cast high and dry on this 
rocky point. The captain had been fortunate enough 
to have kept some matches perfectly dry, as his lit- 
tle gold match-box, which he carried in an inner 
pocket, shiit so tightly that not a drop of water had 
reached the now much needed and precious 
matches. The girls had arranged a fire all ready 
to light when any of the party came back, so that 
if they found any game or fish they would be able 
to cook it immediately. Consequently when 
captain and Ben returned, the fire was soon going, 
and the crabs put into the hot ashes to cook. Hans 
had found a comfortable shade from the sun behind 
some huge rocks which was very pleasant to the 
captain and Ben, who bad not found a particle of 
shade during the time they were exploring and so 
were very much heated, for, although the hour 


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was early the heat of the sun was intense^ 

During the absence of captain and Ben, Hans 
liad busied himself making a bucket of the staves 
of the broken water cask and needed only hoops to 
complete it The two girls started to the boat af- 
ter them. They had been gone but a few mo- 
ments when they rushed back, with their faces as 
pale as death. Etta, throwing herself into her 
father’s arms, cried: “Papa, what shall we do, 
where can we hide ? They have come, they have 
seen us, I am sure they have. Oh, papa, papa, 
what shall we do? ” 

Their fear soon communicated itself to the whole 
group. 

“What is it,” exclaimed Captain Gray, “who 
has come ? ’ ’ 

“The natives,” whispered Mabel, “don’t speak 
so loud, perhaps they didn’t see us after all.” 

The captain was busy, meanwhile, trying to 
smother the fire by dragging a portion of the old 
sail upon it. 

“ If the smoke does not attract their notice,” 
said Captain Gray, “we may still be safe, if as 
Mabel thinks, they did not see you.” 

“ But papa, I am sure they did see us and they 
are cannibals, I know they are cannibals. What 
shall w^e do? ” 

' ‘ Put your trust in the Lord, and fear not, ’ ’ 
said Mabel, drawing Etta close to her. 

‘ ‘ Are you never frightened at anything Mabel, 
you are so calm ? ” 


36 The God of Civili2atio}t, 

“Yes, I am afraid now, but I feel that what is 
best for me will happen, and it is useless for me to 
struggle against fate. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ How many natives were they and how far 
away inquired the captain. 

“There was five,’’ replied Mabel, “and they were 
j ust coming over the crest of the hill as we saw them. ’ ’ 

“Five,” mused Captain Gray. “They could 
easily overpower us as we are bnt three men now. 
Oh, if Allen and Harry were only here.” 

Mabel raised her head with a startled little cry. 

‘ ‘Oh, captain, what if Allen is already in the hands of 
those horrible natives; or perhaps he and Harry both 
have been killed and these savages are seaiching 
for further traces of our party.” 

They now lay as closely as possible to the pro- 
tecting rocks and after Mabel’ s last words, a death- 
like hush reigned. The moments seemed like 
hours in the agonizing suspense, for they knew 
not how close the dreaded savages might have 
come by now, as their footfalls, they were aware, 
could not be heard and they expected any moment 
to see their malignant faces stealthily peering 
around the corners of the rocks . They did not 
dare to go to the edge of the rocky screen to see if 
their foes were in sight, for fear of betraying their 
hiding place; they had resolved to fight to the last 
and not be taken alive if possible. 

Perhaps Etta and Mabel dreaded capture more 
than the three men; they also resolved to fight for 
their lives, if necessary. 


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CHAPTER VIL 

The moments had passed slowly until almost an 
hour had gone by. Captain Gray was the first to 
break the long silence with: ‘‘I begin to think, 
that for this time w^e are safe,” but hardly had the 
words left his lips when the murmur of voices were 
heard. The hearts of every member of the little 
party seemed to stop beating, so intense was their 
terrible dread. In a moment more the form of a 
strongly built young savage bounded over the low- 
est part of the rocky barrier and stood before the 
horrified group. He was quickly followed by four 
other natives. 

The captain and the rest of the little party 
sprang to their feet ready to defend themselves, 
their backs against the rocks, their drawn knives 
in their hands. But instead of rushing upon them, 
the young native smiled and pointed to something 
he carried in his hand, which was a large conch 
shell, having a curved piece of bright pearl shell 
attached to it in a curious manner, the whole ar- 
rangement being fastened to a long cord of braided 
grass, and said in a kind voice: 

‘‘Fish ! Ahleka, Fish ! Have no fear of Ahleka.^ 

The surprise of the little group can be better im- 
agined than described, at hearing very fair English 
spoken by this stalwart young native, whose skin 


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was a rich nut-brown, and whose only clothing 
consisted of a strip of braided grass wound about 
his waist and hanging in a deep fringe half way to 
the knees. The rest of his body was totally de- 
void of covering or ornament, except a necklace of 
claws that encircled his throat. He was a splendid 
specimen of manhood ; tall and straight as a young 
tree, broad shouldered, muscular and supple. 

The strangeness of hearing words they could 
understand, flow from his lips, in a full musical 
tone, when they had expected tftii^ar only sounds 
unintelligible to them, was so great as to make the 
little party stare at the natives with open eyed 
wonder, as Ahleka continued: 

‘‘My people will do you no harm. We war not 
with the children of the lands beyond the seas. But, 
how came you here? We have found your large 
waa (canoe) close under the rocks . Did you come 
from lands beyond the rising of Ka La (pointing to 
the sun) and, how did so few warriors bring so 
large a waa so far? ’ ’ 

The natives were regarding curiously the group 
before them. 

Captain Gray answered, “No, we did not come 
in so small a boat from our land, but our big ship 
was burned at sea, and nine days have we drifted, 
until we came upon your island.” 

Mabel now broke in with: “Are there white 
people on your island?’ ’ 

“White peopla^i daughter of mahina (the moon), 
what are white people ?’ ’ 


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39 


‘ Why, do you not know ? and yet you speak 
English ; we are white people, not brown like your- 
self and your friends. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘Are all your people like you, daughter of mahina, 
as if the light of Ka Ea shone forever on bright 
pearls ?’ ’ 

Mabel was a little confused at his admiring 
glance, but answered: “Yes, do you not see, all my 
friends are white, also?’’ 

“The two daughters are white, as you say, but 
not so white are the warriors. ” 

There was a general laugh at this remark. Etta 
spoke up for her bronzed father and the two sailors, 
saying, “they are indeed darker than we, but the 
rays of the sun made them so, while we live indoors. ” 

The sailors were indeed very much sun-burned, " 
while Captain Gray was naturally a very dark man. 
There was no denying the fact that they presented 
a strong contrast to the two girls, who were both 
fair, with light hair, particularly Mabel, whose 
complexion was extremly delicate. On attempting 
to talk with the other natives. Captain Gray was 
surprised to find that they understood but a word 
or two of what was said to them . 

“You have not told us yet: are there other of 
our people living on your island ?’ ’ 

“No, not of your people. My father speaks your 
tongue. He has taught me to speak it also, but he 
is of our people. ’ ’ 

“But, if bespeaks English he must be an American 
or an Englishman,” cried Mabel. 


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‘‘No, said I, not, lie is my father. How is he of 
your people beyond the rising of Ka La. ’ ’ No waa, 
in all my life before, ever came to our land, nor 
heard I of any that ever came. ’ ’ 

“But is he dark, like you, or white like us?” 
persists Mabel, feeling sure that his 'father must be 
a white man, having noticed that all of the natives 
with him were much darker than he . 

“He is as thy father,” answered Ahleka, point- 
ing to Captain Gray. 

‘ ‘This is not my father, my father is beyond the 
rising of the sun . This is the father of my friend, ’ ’ 
she said, pointing to Etta. 

“Did not your father come from some far 
country?” inquired the captain. 

“Yes. It is said by the people of our village 
that the fiku (fig) trees have been in blossom many, 
many times, since my father and two other Alii 
(chiefs) descended from pale mahina to dwell among 
our people. They spoke not as our people spoke, 
but soon learned our language. My father taught 
me your strange tongue as a pastime, and when I 
saw the faces of the mahina maidens I spoke it to 
them. But come let me take you to my father.” 

“Not yet,” answered Captain Gray, “we have 
two more who belong to us and we must wait till 
they come back, and, besides that we have not 
eaten yet.” 

On hearing this, Ahleka turned and spoke 
a few words to one of the natives, who quickly 
started in the direction of the boat Another 


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native set about rebuilding the fire. The native 
who had gone to the boat soon returned, bring- 
ing a bundle done up in large, green leaves. This 
he laid upon the ground and proceeded to open, 
having handed to one of the other natives a num- 
ber of fish which he had also brought, strung upon a 
sharp stick. The fish were quickly dressed and 
wrapped in several layers of the large leaves, when 
they were placed in the hot ashes to cook, while 
out of the bundle were produced some delicious 
looking mangoes, some figs, a large bread fruit 
which was already cooked, and some tamarinds. 
These things were intended to be eaten by the 
fishermen at midday. They also had a couple of 
gourds to drink from. They quickly spread the 
meal,, using the broad leaves for plates. The 
repast was almost prepared, when Allen and Harry 
were seen coming around the point towards the camp. 
Mabel and Etta ran forward to meet them, breath- 
less to tell them of the strange events that had 
happened while they had been away. Allen could 
hardly believe the wonderful story ; it seemed in- 
credible that they should have found English- 
speaking aboriginees. The idea was almost weird. 
When he had reached Captain Gray and the rest of 
the party, he found it indeed true . 

‘‘Now that we are all together again we had 
best have something to eat . What have you there 
Allen ? ’ ’ asked the captain. 

Allen had now cut open a couple of the papiea 
fruit and found them to be juicy and not unpleas- 


42 The God of Civilization. 

ant to the taste. They contained a larger number 
of little shot-like seeds, which, at first, he thought 
to be the part of the fruit to be eaten, but soon 
found his mistake. 

“Take of our food to eat,” said Ahleka, “and 
when you have eaten and rested, we will go to the 
village.” 

“But do not you and your friends need the food 
for yourselves ? ’ ’ inquired the captain. 

“No, not so, we shall not fish to-day, but shall 
go with you to my father,” saying which, Ahleka 
motioned to put the fish upon fresh leaves also, 
which was deftly done by the native boy who had 
been attending to the fire. The meal proved a de- 
lightful one, the fish juicy and toothsome, the bread 
fruit a pleasant change from hard-tack, the fruits 
delicious. The gourds had been filled with clear 
water into which a number of tamarinds were drop- 
ped, making a cool, refreshing drink, somewhat 
acid to the taste. 

After having done full justice to what had been 
provided for them, they began to feel as if, after 
all, their lot was not such a hard one; so reviv- 
ing are the effects of a dainty meal. 


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43 


CHAPTER VIII. 

They were soon on their way with Ahleka and 
his friends, to the village, which they reached in 
about two hours’ time. The village was built at 
almost the other extreme of the island. After 
having crossed the hill, where the girls had first 
seen the natives, they went but a short distance be- 
fore they came to two canoes, into one of which 
Ahleka Stepped and held out his hand to assist 
Mabel in. Etta, the captain and Allen were all 
told to arrange themselves in the same canoe and 
the three sailors were directed to get into the other, 
which one of the native boys, whom Ahleka called 
Kalnha, was directed to manage; the other three 
natives pushing the canoes out into the water, 
which seemed to be a long arm of the sea, which 
extended far into the island, cutting it almost in 
two. 

Captain Gray, on seeing that the three natives were 
to be left behind, exclaimed: ‘Ht is too bad for us 
to eat their breakfast and then take their boats from 
them . How will they get to the village ? ’ ’ 

‘‘Have no fear for them,” replied Ahleka, “the 
village is on that side of the island. We often 
walk from the village here ; indeed it is the shortest 
way, but by canoe, is the most pleasant. ’ ’ 


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The canoes seemed to fairly skim over the- bright 
water so rapidly did they go. They had gone 
swiftly onward for an hour, when the canoes were 
again headed for the shore. 

After having landed, there was still quite a dis- 
tance to walk before reaching the village, but, at 
last, it was espied enbowered in trees of every des- 
cription; the stately *cocoanut and the spreading 
candlenut ' tree, with its delicate silver green 
foliage, contending for supremacy. The houses 
were built of grass, and were scattered here and 
there, without any regard for regularity, but seem- 
ing as if built wherever a large cluster of trees 
offered their friendly shade ; at the side of most of 
the houses a sort of trellis had been arranged by 
sticking one end of long poles in the ground and 
leaning the other end against the roof of the house. 
These trellises were covered by flowering vines of 
great variety and brilliancy, the whole effect being 
one of exceeding loveliness. Under these flowery 
bowers, which were open at each end, were spread 
mats of the finest workmanship, being braided of 
lohala (a tree possessing a fibre of extreme fineness. ) 
Some had the appearance of goats fleece, so skill- 
fully were they woven, leaving fibres three or four 
inches in length, loose on the top of the rug; others 
were braided in a smooth, close surface . 

Mabel exclaimed, on coming in sight of the 
village: ‘‘How lovely! I never saw anything half 
so beautiful; it seems like a vision of dreamland.” 

“And is not your country, that has such beautiful 


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maidens, far more lovely than our land?’’ broke in 
Alileka. 

‘‘Oh, no! Our country is not one half so en- 
chanting,” said she. 

There seemed a strange quiet brooding over the 
village as they drew near, and, on Etta speaking of 
this, Ahleka said: “In my country we sleep at mid- 
day; then each one who is in the village rests, so 
that we tire not ourselves in the heat of the day.” 

“What a delightful custom, ’’cried Mabel, smiling. 

As they entered the village, all still remained 
quiet Ahleka led them to one of the largest and 
most beautiful of the houses. After offering them 
seats on the comfortable rugs under the trellis that 
was a mass of fragrant bloom. “This,” said he, 
“was my house. Nowit is yours. I will leave 
you now while I go to speak to my father, of you . 
I will soon return. These boys, ’ ’ pointing to the 
one who had been in the canoe with the sailors, 
and another, who had been lying asleep on a mat, 
but had gotten up as they came in, ‘ ‘will wait upon 
you while I am gone . ’ ’ Speaking a few words to 
the boys in his native tongue, he departed. 

“That fellow looks like a prince, ddes’nt he,” 
said Allen, “in spite of his dark skin and lack of 
clothing. ’ ’ 

“Indeed he does,” asserted Mabel, “and acts like 
one, too. I have never seen a prince, but he comes 
very near my ideal of one. ’ ’ 

“Look out Mabel,” laughed Etta, “and don’t let 
him play the part of Prince Charming. ” • 


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Allen cast a quick, keen glance at Mabel, who 
colored angrily and answered quickly: ‘‘There is 
no excuse for that remark. ’ ’ 

“Why, Mabel, you know I did not mean to annoy 
you,” said Etta, really sorry she had made so hasty 
a speech. “Do forgive me, it was only a joke. ” 

“That may be, but not a pleasant one. I do 
admire him very much as a savage, but the idea of 
putting myself on a level with a brown skinned 
heathen is not agreeable. 

“Come, come, girls, don’t get to quarreling over 
our dusky friend,” exclaimed Captain Gray, “this 
sort of thing won’t do at all.” In a moment’s time, 
the girls had forgotten the little occurrence and all 
went on pleasantly. 

The two boys now came out of the house, one of 
them carrying two peculiar looking water vessels. 
They consisted of large gourds covered with a 
curiously wrought net work of fine cord, the cords 
being gathered around the' top into half a dozen 
handles by which to carry them conveniently. 
These calabashes had been filled with cool water 
from a little stream near by; into one of them a 
number of very fragrant ginger flowers had been 
thrown, giving to the water a delicate perfume. 
The water from this calabash, the boy emptied in- 
to a number of shallow gourds they had brought 
with them. One of the calabashes of perfumed 
water he sat before each of the party, putting beside 
each, a piece of something that looked like the 
finest cloth, but was in reality the bark of a tree. 


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beaten to extreme thinness. It was so evident what 
was intended by these attentions that the travellers 
were not slow to avail themselves of this provision 
for their comfort, and found themselves mueh re- 
freshed. 

The other boy had, in the meantime, been fill- 
ing small cups made of half a cocoanut, highly pol- 
ished and curiously carved, with the juice of 
young eoeoanuts. This proved very pleasant to 
the taste. 

Just as they had handed baek the eups to the 
boy, Ahleka returned, and with him his father, 
whose appearance was in striking contrast to that 
of his son, Ahleka; for, although he was browned 
by many years of exposure to the tropical 
sun, and the hot winds of this lovely island, 
was unmistakably a white man. His long hair 
hanging in soft silvery waves, halfway down his 
back, his grey beard falling low on his breast, 
while his deep-set grey eyes looked out from under 
brows that were almost as black as Ahleka’ s own, 
giving his face a most peculiar expression. He 
was dressed in the same manner as his son, only 
that over his shoulders was thrown a small cape 
made of bright feathers. In his hand he carried a 
long staff. As he came toward the house, in which 
Captain Gray and his shipwrecked party were sit- 
ting, they conld see that the old man was strongly 
affected by their presence; in fact, his agitation 
was so great, that Ahleka was obliged to support 
his trembling form. 


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Captain Gray, followed by the rest, arose and 
went forward to meet him. He stretched out his 
hand toward them, dropping his staff. ^ ‘Thank 
God,” he cried, “once more do I speak to my coun- 
trymen ! ’ ’ 

* After having seated his father, Ahleka said, ‘ ‘I 
have told him all your story, as far as I knew it, 
but he wishes to hear much more.” 

“Yes,” cried the old man, “tell me all. How 
did you get here ? All these weary years have I 
prayed to God that before I died, he would let me 
speak once more to men of my own country. ’ ’ 

Captain Gray told their story to him in all its 
thrilling details. He listened attentively, now 
and then shaking his head sadly. When the cap- 
tain had finished, the old man said, “You can not 
hope for deliverance from this sea-bound land for 
years, if ever. I have been here thirty years. For 
years after I came I spent my time scanning, with 
anxious eyes, the face of the ocean, but no sign of 
sail did I ever see, except once, and then the fire, 
which I placed on the highest hill on the island 
failed to attract attention. You are the first sign of 
life outside of this island I have seen for thirty 
years. ’ ’ 

His words brought a feeling of horror to each 
of his listeners. Must their fate be what his had 
been ? 

“In time,” he continued, “I grew more con- 
tented and ceased to look out to sea. About that 
time I married, according to the native custom, 


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a young and beautiful girl, the daughter of the 
reigning queen of the ’island. Think not that I 
was soon comforted for the loss of the wife I had 
left at home, for that was not the case; but the 
princess loved me and one day two of the warriors 
came to tell me that I was expected to marry her, 
and, as a refusal on my part would result in my 
death, I consented to the proposal, thinking to 
leave her behind me when I returned to my own 
country; but the girl I married was so beauti- 
ful, so gentle, so affectionate and devoted, that I 
learned to love her deeply and mourned her loss 
greatly when she was taken away from me by 
death. ’ ’ 

‘‘But you have not told us, as yet, how you came 
here,” broke in Allen. “Will you not tell us 
about it ? ” 

“ ’Tis a tale soon told,” he replied. “I left 
England thirty years ago. It was on the thirteenth 
of January, 1857, and I shall never forget that day. 
I think it is thirty years since then, am I 
right ? ’ ’ 

“Yes,” answered Allen, “you are right. Thirty 
years, and a little over, as it is now March.” 

“As I was saying, I left England, bound for 
Australia, on that day. We had pleasant enough 
passage until we had almost reached our destination, 
when we encountered one of those horrors of the 
sea — a cyclone. For days we were at the mercy of 
the wind, our masts gone and a greater part of the 
upper works washed away. Our ship began to leak 


50 The God of Civilization. 

so fast, that with the most desperate efforts we could 
no longer keep her afloat and were* driven to take 
to the boats. One boat was smashed against the 
vessel’s side; a second was swamped by the suction 
produced by the sinking ship. We, in our boat, 
alone escaped, but our sufferings were intense. 
What with the stormy waves that dashed over us, 
carrying away three of our number, the horrible 
hunger we had to undergo, being without any- 
thing to eat, and the frightful thirst that overtook 
us before we reached this island, my sufferings 
were so great, that, whereas my hair had been as 
black as Ahleka-’s there, when I sailed from home, 
when I landed here it was as you see it now. 
Finally we were thrown on the reef, that extends 
almost around this island. Our boat quickly went 
to pieces and we clung to portions of the wreckage, 
hoping to be at last thrown on the island. Just as 
we were almost exhausted, and about to give up, 
we saw several . canoes, containing natives, coming 
rapidly toward ns. They had been surf bathing, 
and seeing our terrible position, and being kindly 
natured, had come to our assistance. We were soon 
in the canoes, but there were only three of us, 
whereas, when the boat struck the reef, there had 
been five, but they were nowhere to be seen. After 
bringing us to this village they carrd for us with 
the greatest kindness. It was not long before one 
of our number, a young doctor, was happily settled 
in a little grass cottage with a lovely brown girl for 
a wife. The other member of our party was the 


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mate of the ship. He had a sweet little wife back 
in England, so declined to marry a native women 
who wished him as a husband. According to a 
custom of this people, he was instantly put to death ( 
by her relatives, who took this method of resent- 
ing the insult to their kinswoman. If she had been 
a beautiful young maiden, like the doctor’s bride, 
it might have been different. Then I married my 
lovely Eokie (a rose). We had three children, 
this son and two daughters. I was happy and con- 
tented as years went by, but when Ahleka was 
twelve years old, a dreadful scourge of fever swept 
over the island, and my wife, one of my daughters, 
and the young doctor were among those who were 
marked by the hand of death. Then I lived 
on with my son and daughter. I received great 
consideration from the people of the island, as my 
son Ahleka is their head Alii or king. The line 
of succession descending in this island, not from \/ 
father to son, but from the mother to her children, 
thus keeping the royal blood pure. Now, you have 
heard my story. ’ ’ 

‘‘Yes, but not your name, or that of the vessel 
in which you sailed,” said Captain Gray. 

“The ship’s name was the ‘ Castle Ayreshire.’ ” 

At the mention of that name Allen Thornton made 
a violent start. ‘ ‘ And I, ’ ’ continued he, ‘ ‘was her 
captain— Ai^len Thornton.” 

At the sound of that name a cry of astonish- 
ment burst from the lips of each of the party. 

Allen, throwing himself on his knees, in front 


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of the old man, cried: “My father! My father! 
Have I found you at last?’’ 

The old man looked bewildered. 

“You are my father,” continued Allen, “did 
you not leave a boy, a few months old, as well as 
a young wife, behind you at Brighton. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ I did ! I did ! ’ ’ sobbed the old man, ‘ ‘ and 
you are he. I thank God for his goodness. To 
think that my other son should be sent to cheer 
my declining days. Surely God moves in a mys- 
terious way, his wonders to perform. But your 
mother, boy, your mother. Where is she, and 
how ? Why did you leave her ?’ ’ 

“ Father she is happy and has no need of me. 
She died when I was fifteen, after mourning you 
as dead so many years. ’ ’ 

Captain Thornton, as we shall now call him, 
pressed his hands tightly over his eyes to repress 
his emotion, then clasped Allen to his breast. 
While this scene was being enacted the others had 
gone a little aside. 

“Isn’t it all strange?” whispered Mabel to 
Etta. 

“Yes, and to think of Allen and Ahleka being 
half brothers ; did you think of that ? ’ ’ answered 
Etta. 

“Sure enough; I had not thought of that. 1 
wonder if Allen has, and how he will like it when 
he realizes it. ’ ’ Mabel spoke in a tone as if she 
should not care for so dark a brother herself. 

Presently Captain Thornton turned and said, 


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son, Ahleka, has asked, that, in his name I 
extend the hospitality and protection of the village 
and island to you all, which I gladly do; he also 
wishes to give to Captain Gray and the two young 
ladies, this house and the one adjoining, which are 
his own. He will provide for the sailors with you, 
hereafter, and, as for my son Allen, his comfort 
shall be my care. ’ ’ 

During this conversation the village had literal- 
ly awakened from its sleep, and from every little 
grass house came streaming, dusky forms. They 
clustered around Ahleka, listening with open-eyed 
astonishment to the strange story he v/as telling 
them in their own musical tongue, with many a 
gesture. Presently a number of smiling girls dart- 
ed off, and soon returned with long leis ( bands ) of 
flowers, made by braiding the brightest and sweet- 
est flowers with ferns, or, a sweet smelling vine, 
into long garlands, with which they proceeded to 
deck each of the strangers, putting them over one 
shoulder and under the other arm like a military 
sash, leaving long ends to fall almost to the gronnd. 
More garlands were wound about their waists, 
placed upon their heads and around their necks un- 
til they were fairly clothed in flowers; the girls, 
meantime, laughing gayly, and repeating in their 
soft, musical voices, ah mie ha (you are welcome.) 


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CHAPTER IX. 

The village of Nahua is in a great excitement 
to-day. Everything wears an aspect of unusual 
gafety. The houses are bedecked with flowers, 
and in the center of the village has been erected 
two rows of high poles standing about twenty feet 
apart and extending in a line almost two hundred 
feet long. Garlands of flowers are stretched from 
the top of these poles in all directions and are also 
wound around the poles, the whole forming a cano- 
pied avenue of exceeding beauty. Under this 
canopy were placed two rows of straw mats; furth- 
er on were laid more mats in the form of a letter H. 
On these mats was spread a banquet consisting of 
raw fish with chili peppers, fish dried in the sun, 
fish that had been wrapped in leaves and then 
cooked, devil fish which had been salted and dried, 
its long slender tentacles being regarded as an es- 
pecial dainty . Then there was lemu, or sea kale, 
plantain, kalo, a vegetable resembling, somewhat, 
the potato, there was kui, or candlenut, ground 
to a coarse powder and salted, to be eaten 
as a relish to the fish. There were mangoes, 
guavas, oranges, dates, figs, pomgranites, papiea, 
young cocoanuts, the meat of which was not yet 
hard, but of a thick creamy appearance and had to 


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be scooped out with little spoon-shaped pieces of 
shell. Then there was a large number of small 
cups made of wood curiously carved, containing a 
peculiar, greyish looking mass of something that 
would put one in mind of paste, if one were not 
told it was a very much liked dish, in fact, being the 
piece d ’ resistance of the feast. Into these little 
dishes of poi, as it is called, a native will daintily 
dip the first finger, then giving it a quick twirl, 
wrap a sufficient quantity on the finger, when it is 
skillfully and gracefully conveyed to the mouth. 
For drinking, were provided small calabashes full 
of the juice of the young cocoanut and large cala- 
bashes containing awa awa, a drink very much es- 
teemed by them, being in its effects very much 
like whisky. 

The cause of all this preparation was the fact 
that it was the yearly celebration of the maiden’s 
feast. On this day the inhabitants of the four vil- 
lages on the island gathered at Nahua, the principal 
village of the kingdom. 

All the morning of this day, Mabel and Etta had 
been very busy and now were resting under the 
shade of the trellis of their cottage, when a native 
girl, about sixteeS years old, came toward the house, 
followed by an older girl, each bearing in their 
hands the fall dress of a native maiden; the younger 
girl was Kaelea, the sister of Ahleka . She was 
slender and graceful ; her charms would have at- 
tracted the notice of a sculptor at first glance; her 
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brown, large, soft and langourous; her hair hung 
in a wavy mass far below her waist. She moved 
with a peculiar grace seldom seen. But, if she was 
beautiful, what was Maula, who came with her, 
Maula was the maiden of the village, of Howcu, the 
village on that part of the island, which was beyond 
the arm of the sea; she was a vision of voluptuous 
loveliness, tall and stately, grand in her proportions; 
her eyes could melt in tenderest mood or flash in 
the wildest anger or proudest defiance. She seemed 
to bend every one to her will, so strong and passion- 
ate was her nature. She was much darker than 
Kaelea, being a full blooded native. In her bearing 
she somehow made one think of a tigress ; when in 
a happy mood, moving with a sinuous grace, which 
was fascinating, and when angry, one could but 
admire her grandeur. 

As these two girls were crossing the open space, 
between the two houses, Etta was saying to Mabel, 

‘ ‘I can hardly believe that it is six months since we 
landed here. Does it seem possible to you ?’ ’ 

‘‘No, it does not, and yet it is strange that the 
time should seem to pass quickly,’’ replied Mabel. 
“I feel, whenever I think of my father, that I should 
be unhappy, instead of contented, as I am. My 
poor father, his heart, I know, is almost broken, 
for I was his all; and long ’ere now he has given us 
up as dead. My poor, poor father, I can picture in 
my mind his grief. ’ ’ 

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day when every one is expected to be happy and 
make merry, ’ ’ begged Etta. 

Mabel, now seeing the two girls coming towards 
them, got up to receive them, as did also Etta. 
Kaelea and Mania entered the cottage, with the 
adornments they held in their hands, extended 
laughingly towards the two American girls. 

Mania was the first to speak: ‘‘Your father and 
your friend have long been wearing the dress of our 
country ; now we shall see how fair and beautiful you 
will look when dressed in the costume which nature 
teaches her children to wear. Your loveliness is ob- 
scured by the ugly garments that are put upon you to 
hinder your movements . When you are dressed 
as we are, you will be free; you will never wish to 
again put on those clothes which make you so un- 
comfortable. ’ ’ 

“Well, you see, they do not seem at all un- 
comfortable to us,’’ laughed Mabel, “but, as our 
clothes are completely worn out, we are obliged to 
dress as you do, and I have no doubt we shall like 
it, too,” this she added as she noticed a slight frown 
on Mania’s face. Kaelea took Etta aside and soon 
arrayed- her in the costume . In the meantime, 
Mania was showing Mabel the mysteries of a Nahua 
maiden’s toilet. First she placed around her waist 
a skirt which reached to the knees, being composed 
of a series of fringes of grass; around her body was 
wound a length of soft kapa, or tree fibre cloth, in 
color bright blue, this being passed around the body 
twice and tied at the side, had both a picturesque 


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and modest effect. Around her neck was hung a 
necklace of shells, pure white in color, and about 
the size and shape of a grain of rice; this necklace 
encircled her throat about twenty times. On her 
arms were placed shell bracelets, on her ankles the 
fringe of soft grass. Last of all a sort of chaplet, 
made of the brightest feathers, which crowned her . 
head. When Mania had placed this upon her shin- 
ing hair, Mabel stood arrayed for the first time in 
the native dress which she was hereafter to wear. 

‘‘I feel so oddly. Mania, with this short skirt,” 
she said. 

“You will like the dress, I am sure, when you 
are used to it,” answered Mania. “There will be 
no maiden at the feast half as beautiful as yourself, 
and happy will he be, whom you choose to be your 
husband. ’ ’ 

“Oh, do not think I intend to choose a husband,” 
quickly answered Mabel, blushing a deep crimson, 
“I shall not choose a husband.” 

“No,” queried Mania, “then do you not love 
your friend Allen?” 

“No,” came the answer. It was not pleasant 
to Mabel to be thus questioned, yet she could not 
resent it, as it was not intended to displease her. 
“I do not Iqve Allen, and if I did I should not 
choose him, for in my country the young girls 
must not choose their husbands, but wait to be 
asked in marriage by the young men.” 

Do you mean you do not love him?” exclaimed 
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“No, indeed, I do not. Why do you ask?” 

“Ah, now is Mania happy. Mania loves Allen. 
Oh, how she loves him. But she would have 
waited until the moon maidens had chosen . Then, 
if you had chosen him. Mania would have taken 
her canoe far out beyond the reef and thrown her- 
self to the sharks.” As the girl spoke, a passion- 
ate light shone in her eyes, forcing Mabel to 
believe her. “But now he is Mania’s. Howl 
love him . I shall be so kind, so gentle, to him 
that he shall love me in return. Mania shall be a 
soft, cooing dove in his hands, a wild beast 
of the hills to his enemies.” 

“ But what if he refuse you ? ” 

“He will not when I look with love into his 
eyes, open my arms and fold him to my breast, and 
press my burning lips to his. I shall dance before 
him. He shall see my strength, my ease of move- 
ment, my grace ; he will love me ! ’ ’ 

She beat her heaving breast with her clenched 
hands, and Mabel stood aghast at the intensity 
of the girl’s love. She, too, could but think 
that Allen would not be able to resist this beauti- 
ful tigress. 

The girl continued, “and if he scorns my love, 
and says no, then he shall die. It is our country’s 
custom. No man is fit to live who will refuse a 
maiden’s love. But he shall not die at the hands 
of our warriors, but I shall kill him ! Maula has a 
strong arm and can handle the spear with as sure 
an aim as her brothers . Mania’s hand shall end his 


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life. I have sworn it, if he refuses my love. But he 
will not, ’ ’ calming herself. ‘ ‘ But you say that in 
your country the maidens wait to be asked. There 
must be many who have no husbands.” 

“Yes, that is so,” answered Mabel, “but there 
is one objection to your way; if the man does not 
love the maiden whom he marries, he will be un- 
happy. Have you no unhappy marriages ? ” 

“No, they rarely occur. You see, on the day of 
the maiden’s festival, each maiden chooses the one 
she loves; from that moment they belong to each 
other, but at the end of a year she is at liberty to go 
back to her home and he, also, is permitted to take 
her back to her father’s house if he finds she is not 
lovable, kind, obedient and all that he desires in a 
wife; so that all the time she tries to please him 
and any maiden can make a man love her by her 
affectionate gentleness, and when he learns to love 
her he tries to please her so that, at the yearly 
feast she shall not wish to leave him, and each year 
they renew their vowS. ’ ’ 

“Oh,” said Mabel, “a sort of yearly probation. 
It is a good plan, for then they constantly strive to 
please each other. ” 

Etta now advanced, accompanied by Kaelea, 
towards the other two girls. She, too, was fully 
dressed in the costume of the island. H^r neck- 
lace was a bright red coral, the strip of cloth 
about her waist a delicate yellow; otherwise her 
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CHAPTER X. 

The four girls now left the. house, going toward 
the canopy of flowers. As they drew near, a mur- 
mur of gay voices greeted their ears, a scene of 
dream-like beauty met their eyes . The rich and 
varied color of the foliage ; the fringed heads of the 
cocoanuts wavingdike vast plumes against the sky; 
the bronzed red of the mangoes hung in luxuriant 
plenty on hundreds of trees ; locust trees showering 
their fragrant white blossoms all around ; the deli- 
cate accasia trembling in each breath of air in a 
thousand feathery masses; the date palm with its 
pendant shower of fruit ; the lou-hale, whose slen- 
der spear-like foliage and bright, orange colored 
fruit lends it a subtle charm; the ohia lifting 
high its mass of crimson ponpons, all growing in 
tropical profusion; the ia-ia whose flame colored 
tufts of bloom seemed to spring from every tree 
as its parasitic arms spread in all directions; the 
perfume of flowers was wafted like incense to 
the god of love on the warm breeze that came soft- 
ly over the summer sea, whose wavelets touched by 
the sun, shone like bright silver, and the soft 
curves of creamy breakers could be seen through 
this long vista of everlasting green . 

Already the inhabitants had gathered at the place 


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of festivity, for it was now after tlie hour of rest; 
music, sweet, rythmic and weird, arose from tom 
toms, gourds and a sort of musical rattle accom- 
panied by a hundred girlish voices. Mabel and 
Etta stood entranced by the charm *of it all. 

Captain Gray and Allen, together with Captain 
Thornton, or Alii Mahina (moon chief, as he was 
called by the people of the island), also Ahleka, 
were already seated on a large mat, watching the 
gay scene. Allen had a leis of ginger flowers 
bound around his head, also one about his neck. 
It looked oddly enough to see these white men and 
girls dressed in the costume of this strange people. 
The girls found places on the mat beside Captain 
Gray, and, when they had been seated about five 
minutes, there arose a wild shout of joy from hundreds 
of lips that sung a song of triumph and love. The 
tom toms and gourds were beaten wildly by the 
palms of the hands, of a score of players who were 
arranged a little way off on each side of the avenue 
or lanai, as it was called. As the weird strains in- 
creased young men bounded with joyous leaps 
toward the lanai where they arranged themselves 
on one of the lines of mats. They were closely fol- 
lowed by the maidens who quickly placed them- 
selves on the line opposite. 

The young girls were a vision of grace and 
beauty, the armlets and necklaces of white shells 
and bright corals making a lovely contrast 
to their rounded arms and shapely throats, 
glistening like bronze, their faces aglow with 


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animation and delight, their lithe limbs, firm, 
rounded and supple, their every movement 
grace. The ceremonies began by the young men 
showing their strength and agility, by throwing 
high in the air the heavy spears they carried and 
catching them as they descended. After these feats 
of prowess had been completed, amidst the wildest 
excitement, there came a strange stillness over all 
the participants and on-lookers, but in a moment 
the strains of music, played in softest tones, seemed 
to descend from the very heavens, so sweet was it. 

One after another the maidens joined their fresh 
voices to the strain until it seemed to fill ones very 
soul with ecstasy. The chant grew louder and the 
girls began to beat the air gently, with long feather 
wands, which they carried in their hands; soon 
their bodies began to sway in an undulating motion, 
keeping time to the chant. Then, waving their 
hands above their heads, they would advance toward 
the young men and then retrace their steps, each 
girlish form meanwhile waving to and fro like a 
young tree bent in the wind. The music grew 
faster and more intense, the girls no longer sang; 
a langourous expression filled their eyes which 
spoke only of love. A voluptuous smile was on each 
lip, the hips moving gently to and fro, with a 
peculiar motion, set every little fringe of grass in 
their short skirts to quivering. Now and then 
some quicker movement would float the light skirts 
high in the air, revealing to the rapt eyes of the 
beholders glimpses of rounded limbs above the 


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knee. The wands were now placed on the mats, 
unbinding from about their waist’s the strips of 
cloth, and; holding it in both hands, they con- 
tinued the dance, waving the scarfs of bright-hued 
cloth, first high above their heads, then passing it 
beneath their feet, keeping up that peculiar serpent- 
like motion, swaying, twisting and twirling in a 
hundred ways. When this dance was finished the 
girls took up their wands and each one advancing 
toward the line of young men, touching lightly the 
young man of her choice. Mania being the maiden 
of highest rank was the first to advance, with un- 
bound waist, carrying her scarf on her arm. She 
touched Allen softly with her wand, looking at 
him with loving eyes the while. He stepped for- 
ward as one bound by some strange sweet spell. 
She quickly bound about his loins the strip of 
bright yellow cloth that had lately encircled her 
own waist, in token that he now belonged to her, 
and as a warning to other maidens to choose else- 
where. He also tied on her arm, high above the 
elbow, a band of woven sea grass, on which was 
strung two small conch shells in token that she 
was his. This, with the unbound waist, being the 
distinguishing mark of the unmarried woman. 

Mania was followed in quick succession by other 
maidens. 

“My love, my own, let us not stay until all 
have chosen,” whispered Mania, “let us go to- 
gether to the sea shore where none may hear our 
words of love. ’ ’ Allen moved as one in a dream, 


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so strong was her charm for him. She held out 
her warm arms to him and he was soon held to her 
so closely that he could feel her heart beats. Her 
ecstasy was shared in by him, and, twining his 
arms about her, answered, “Yes, my queen, let us 
go,” saying which, the pair disappeared down the 
long vista of flowers and waving trees. 

An hour later the tom toms were again heard, 
this time calling all to the feast. The maidens 
and the young men of their choice, took their seats 
on the soft mats which were placed in the centre 
piece of the letter" H, the older ones of the com- 
pany sitting at the sides. 

It was now evening and the banquet was lit by 
means of kui-kui, or candle nuts, strung on cords 
of braided sea-weed and hanging from tree to 
tree, being lighted at the top and burning with a 
blue light; the thousands of these little lamps made 
it seem like fairyland. The feast lasted long and 
high ran the merriment of these happy children 
of nature on this isle of the blest. Presently the 
moon arose, bathing the scene in a flood of silvery 
light, making it, if possible, still more bewitching. 
After supper dancing was resumed and lasted far into 
the morning. 


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CHAPTER XL 

We will leave Mabel and her friends on the 
Island of Kaahlanai ( the isle of the sun ) and we 
will return to the home of Mr, Miller. 

After Mabel’s departure, the wedding of Eucy 
Maynard, which was soon to take place, was hast- 
ened by Harry Howard being sent by his firm to 
Europe. Not wishing to go without his bride, the 
preparations for the wedding were hurried, and six 
weeks after Mabel had sailed for Australia Harry 
and Eucy were married. Their w'edding was a 
grand affair, Mrs. Maynard’s ambition being satis- 
fied in the ^natter of display ' and expense, as her 
brother, Mr. Miller made liberal provision for 
Eucy in every respect. After the wedding the 
bride and groom left for New York on their way to 
Europe, and Mrs. Maynard was perfectly happy as 
a wedding trip to Europe was the acme of refine- 
ment and could only be indulged in by a select 
few. 

As the weeks dragged themselves wearily into 
months and still no tidings came of the Western 
Shore, or her ill-fated crew or passengers, Mr. 
Miller gave up his loved daughter as lost. He no 
longer took an interest in his business but would 
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at a time. Mrs. Maynard tried in every way to 
have her brother throw off his grief. One day she 
said to him, ‘Why don’t you try to arouse yourself 
from this melancholy, James, and take some inter- 
est in the life around you? You can’t bring Ma- 
bel back by this ceaseless mourning . ’ ’ 

Mr. Miller’s face was pitiful as he looked up and 
reiterated, ‘ ‘Interest in life. What interest have I 
in life, now that she, my darling child, is gone ? 
What have I worked for all these years, but for her 
sake ? What did I care for money, but that she 
might enjoy it? No, there is nothing left for me 
to live for. Oh, why, why did I ever let her leave 
me ? Now in my old age she is gone, gone.” He 
dropped his head in his hands and his whole frame 
shook with emotion. 

Mrs. Maynard’s face darkened. She had no 
patience with such grief which after months could 
show no signs of abatement. Her nature could 
not comprehend it. Mr. Miller’s constant brooding 
over his trouble soon told upon his health, and 
rapidly developed a disease that had been lurking 
in his system for years. So quickly did his health 
fail that about ten months after Mabel left home, 
he was no longer able to leave his bed. Day by 
day he grew worse until six weeks later, when he 
was laid to rest in Lone Mountain cemetery, and 
Mabel was now an orphan. 

The day after the funeral Mr. Faxon, Mr. Miller’s 
lawyer, read the will to Mrs. Maynard. 

“Why, ]\Ir. Faxon, he could not have been in his 


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right mind when he made such a will,” exclaimed 
Mrs. Maynard . 

‘ ‘I think he was, my dear Mrs. Maynard. Why 
do you doubt it?” 

“Would any man in his right senses make such 
an absurd will as that ?” 

“Why, Mrs. Maynard, I do not see anything 
absurd in it. He has left you well cared for.” 

“Well cared for? What do you mean Mr. 
Faxon ? Has he done right by his only sister to 
simply give me the income of his estate? Don’t 
yon see I can’t sell or dispose of a single thing? 
Do you think that is just?” she asked. 

“Well, you surely would not wish to dispose of 
this home would you ?’ ’ 

“Well, no, of course not, but I don’t like to feel 
myself bound so strictly.” 

“Then I am sure your income from the estate 
will be a handsome one. ’ ’ 

“Yes I know, as an income, but it is not pleasant 
to feel that I cannot sell anything if I wish to, 
just because my brother happened to have a crazy 
idea in his brain that his drowned daughter would 
come from the dead some day and need it. I declare, 
I lose all patience when I think of it.” She paced 
angrily up and down the room as she said this ; in 
her heart was no feeling of sorrow for the loss of her 
brother, but rather one of baffled ambition at hav- 
ing all his wealth kept from her immediate pos- 
session. 

“I do not know, Mrs. Maynard, but what if I 


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had a daughter dissappear as mysteriously as Mabel 
has, I should feel as Mr. Miller did.” 

‘‘Oh, nonsense! As I said before, it is an absurd 
idea that after all these months she should ever 
come back. And even if he had felt so, why couldn’ t 
he have contented himself with putting the time at 
five years, instead of twenty, that the estate is to be 
held for her? I shall not want money then as I do 
now. Why, Mr. Faxon, do you realize that I shall 
be an old woman at the end of twenty years ? ’ ’ 

“Not an old woman,” replied Mr. Faxon, for he 
was something of a diplomat and would not make 
so damaging an admission to any woman, much 
less to one of Mrs. Maynard’s disposition, as that 
such a thing were possible as for a lady to grow 
old. “Not an old women surely, Mrs. Maynard, 
but simply twenty years older, but you see it is 
then to go to Lucy and her children if she should 
have any. You, of course, will have your allow- 
ance.” 

She made a quick dart, with her hand, toward 
the will which lay on the table between them. Mr. 
Faxon, however, saw her intention and cooly placed 
his hand over the papers, then, gathering them 
slowly up asked : ‘ ‘Did you wish to see that clause, 
Mrs. Maynard?” 

“No, I remember now you did read such a con- 
dition, but it is unjust to rob me of what should 
rightfully be mine, just for a whim, and then, after 
waiting all those years, t@ see it slip through my 
fingers . ’ ’ 


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She could no longer control her rage, but broke 
forth in a torrent of angry words, in the midst of 
which Mr. Faxon reached for his hat and bowed 
himself out. 


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CHAPTER XII. 

‘‘I declare, Eucy, I never heard of a woman as un- 
reasonable as you are,” said Harry Hovv^ard to his 
wife one evening just after dinner, “you expect me to 
be at your beck and call every minute of the time. ’ ’ 

“No, Harry, I don’t, but I would like you to 
stay at home once in a while in the evening; I get 
so lonesome,” was the response. 

“Lonesome? Why don’t you go out then?” 

“Why Harry! How can I go out by myself? 
You know very well I can’t do that.” 

“Can’t you? There are plenty of woman who 
do. I don’t see what there is to prevent you from 
going if you like. All you have to do is to order 
the carriage and go. ’ ’ 

“Oh Harr}", I don’t want to go any place with- 
out you. Why can’t you go with me occasionally, 
instead of going to the club every evening ?” 

“Thunder, I don’t care for your stupid balls and 
parties. You know that very well, and I am not 
going to be dragged about to so-called entertain- 
ments by anybody.” 

“But, I don’t care very much for balls and par- 
ties myself, and really don’t care to go; but dear, 
I would like to have you stay quietly at home with 
baby and I once in a while,” 


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“Quietly at home,” sneered the handsome Mr. 
Howard, “oh, that is a pleasant prospect. And 
then talk about quiet ; I don’t suppose that fine 
daughter of ours would air her lungs more than a 
dozen times during this same quiet evening. ’ ’ 
“Harry, how can you speak so of baby Mae? 
You know our darling has never been well and we 
can not expect her to be as good as other babies 
on that account, but if you will only stay home 
this evening, I will send her up stairs with the 
nurse, and then you will not hear her at all. ’ ’ 

“No, I might not hear her, but every five min- 
utes you would be running up stairs to see if she 
had turned over in bed. ’ ’ 

“No, Harry, I promise you I will not f go even 
once,” answered Lucy, trying to smile, “and if 
you will only stay we will have some music. I 
will play for you and you shall sing, as you used 
to before we were married. ’ ’ 

“Nonsense; that did well enough then but it 
is rather stale now. Come, don’t be foolish, I hate 
scenes, and if you knew how dreadful you look 
when you put on that doleful face, and cry like a 
baby, you wouldn’t do it.” This remark was 
called forth by the fact that Lucy was trying hard 
to repress the tears which would betray them- 
selves. “And besides that, I can’t stay at home 
this evening if I wanted to, for I promised several 
of the boys at the club that I would come down; 
in fact, they would hardly let me come home to 
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coming home was to put on a dress-suit, in which 
he was already arrayed. 

‘‘I don’t believe there is another man who neg- 
lects his wife as you do me, ’ ’ sobbed Lucy. 

“Bah ! I don’t neglect you; you have all the 
cash you need, don’t you, and you’ve got as swell 
a house and as many servants as ought to satisfy 
any woman. Then there isn’t a woman in the 
city who can beat your turnout when you go for a 
drive. Any one would think, to hear you talk, 
that I was a brute of a husband, instead of one 
who provides you with everything your heart could 
wish and let you have your way in everything. I 
declare I am sick and tired of women; you can 
never do enough for them. I have seen enough of 
women and I must say I am disgusted with the 
whole lot. ’ ’ 

Lucy was too indignant to make any answer, , 
but hastily left the room. Mr . Howard surveyed 
himself critically in the long pier glass, turning 
himself this way and that. His appearance seemed 
to please him as he turned with a satisfied air to the 
door, through which he disappeared. Jumping 
into a waiting coupe, he gave an order to the driver, 
and was soon on his way, not to the club, but to the 
florists, where he found a magnificent bouquet await- 
ing him. He looked it over carefully; it proved 
satisfactory, and, handing the man a crisp ten dol- 
lar bill he drove rapidly away again, but still not 
to the club. The driver did not seem to need any 
instructions as to where to go, but soon drew up 


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in front of a large, brilliantly-lighted house. 

As Mr. Howard mounted the steps the door 
opened and two women appeared. Both were 
young and exceedingly good looking. They each 
gave him a hand and a warm welcome . To the 
taller of the two he handed the flowers, in which she 
immediately buried her face, and after giving them 
a little sniff, said: ‘‘You are a perfect jewel, Mr. 
Howard, to bring me these lovely flowers. I never 
saw anyone as delightfully thoughtful as you are. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ If you are pleased with them I am happy, for 
to please you, what would I not do.” 

“You are just too sweet for anything, to say 
such pretty things to me. But why are you so late ? 
I have been looking for you ever so long. ’ ’ 

“ Oh, its my wife again. She has been treating 
me to another lecture. ’ ’ 

“You poor fellow! So she is jealous? Well, 
I can’t blame her. I should be horribly jealous if 
I were your wife, you are so good looking, you know. ’ ’ 
Some way, this last remark of the gay Miss Rosie 
Hastings did not please Mr. Howard, for, although 
he cared really nothing for his wife, he did not like 
the idea that Rosie Hastings should for a moment 
imagine herself as his wife. For much as he fre- 
quented that lively young person’s home he did not 
like her to assume too much. 

“But come,” she continued, “before the crowd 
gets here, lets you and I have a little music . I 
will play your accompaniments and you shall sing 
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Could it be possible Harry Howard had forgotten 
the conversation of not an hour previous, as he 
replied, ‘‘that’s a capital idea. I am just , in the 
mood for a few songs. ’ ’ 

One gay song followed another until the spacious 
rooms had begun to fill up with young men and 
women. There was an air of freedom about the 
young women which at once proclaimed them as 
not of the social set who feel the need of a chaperone. 
Dancing was soon begun and lasted well into the 
morning hours. Mr. Howard was one of those who 
seemed to enjoy the dancing immensely, notwith- 
standing the fact that he had told his wife that he 
cared nothing for that sort of thing. 

After her husband had left the house, poor Huey 
went sadly into the room where her year old 
baby was sleeping . Throwing herself on her knees, 
she buried her face in the downy covering of the 
little sleeper, sobbing, “oh baby, you do not know 
how wretched I am. I wish I could die. Two 
short years ago I was so happy, but now what have 
I left in life besides you, my frail little pet.” 


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CHAPTER XIII. 

How happily the day sped on, the weeks ran in- 
to months bringing no change to this flower embow- 
ered kingdom of the sea . Etta and Mabel spent 
their time in learning to weave the beautiful, soft 
mats, in the plaiting of which they grew very skill- 
ful. They also made for themselves large hats of 
delicate white bamboo. These drooping, broad 
brimmed hats, when surrounded by wreaths of 
natural flowers and placed upon their heads, gave 
the girls an exceedingly quaint and picturesque 
appearance. Their girl friends of darker color also 
made hats for themselves, as women of whatever 
land or clime, are ever ready to follow a caprice of 
fashion which appeals to their ideas of the beautiful 
or useful. The girls had also become interested in 
teaching their language to a large number of the 
young people of Nahua and learning in return, the 
soft, poetic tongue of their entertainers. They 
learned to sing the sweet songs of tender love that 
seemed to float on the fragrant air, for there was 
music and dancing continually, as this happy people 
gave expression to their feelings y^ithout restraint. 

One afternoon the two friends sat idly watching 
the soft play of the waves on the beach when 
Mabel suddenly said, ‘^Do you know, Etta, 


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if it were not for my father I believe I should never 
wish to leave Kaahlanai, but as it is I long for 
something to happen that I may once more see my 
father. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘I feel as you do, Mabel. It is so pleasant here 
with these days of perpetual summer. There 
seems a feeling of perfect contentment to steal over 
one without one’s knowing why it is.” 

“The reason is, I think,” replied Mabel, “that 
we have constantly around tis those who are con- 
tented and happy, and there is nothing so conta- 
gious as contentment. They live to enjoy the 
beauties of God’s handiwork instead of striving 
continually after empty honors . To satisfy their 
eyes no painter’s skill is needed. They have but 
to look about them at dawn, when the first warm 
rays of sunlight bathe their home in a flood of beau- 
ty, or watch the soft little ^ain clouds as they drift 
slowly up from the south, and when it finally de- 
scends upon the grateful land in a shower of radiance, 
hanging glistening jewels on every branch and leaf, 
tipping with diamonds every trembling blade 
of grass, and watch the glorious hues of the rain- 
bow, that arches in its loveliness their fair land . 
To watch the showers here fills my heart with a 
feeling of surprise at the beauty of it all. ’ ’ 

“Do you feel that way, too, Mabel?” broke in 
Etta, ‘ ‘I did not like to speak of it for fear you 
would laugh at my foolish notions, but that is just 
the way I have come to feel. And, do you know 
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I always hated to see it rain at home, but here it 
is as you say, a shower of radiance. ’ ’ 

“Then,” continued Mabel, “the evenings ! If 
the days are filled with loveliness, how much more 
the nights ? Ah ! At sunset to watch the sun, 
slowly losing itself in the sea, and as it sinks, throw- 
ing broad beams of shimmering crimson light far 
over the gently dappling waves until it reaches the 
shore line, as if it had stretched out a loving hand 
to give a gentle good-night touch with warm fin- 
gers to the land on which, all days in the year, the 
sun smiles. And then, after the sun has sunk to 
rest, to watch the pure cold moon appear, like a 
silver cimeter laid against the background of dark, 
rich plush of deepest blue, and see the twinkling 
worlds wake up one after another. I never see the 
stars appear here but what I think of that sweet 
little couplet: 

‘Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, 

Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the Angels.’ 

Then all is silent in a holy hush of expectancy. 
My whole being seems changed by the strange 
power of this hour of calm repose. Night ! how 
divine is thy beauty beneath these southern skies. 
But we seldom have positive night; every time we 
say what a beautiful night we speak of a rift in the 
night through which comes to us more or less 
light. Many a night is but a low, starry day, a 
softened background against which shines the far- 
off suns of millions of other days. The world lies 
in a deep silence, and on fairy-like wings of som- 


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bre hue comes sleep to drug the world into happy 
repose.’’ 

“Why, Mabel, I had no idea you were so poetic- 
al. Where did you get all your romantic ideas ? 
I feel what you say, but could not give utterance to 
it as you do. ’ ’ 

“Well, my dear, there was a time when I would 
liave shrunk from giving voice to the deep, true 
feelings of my heart, because I felt they would 
have been ridiculed. But here, among this peo- 
ple, I find that the best and most beautiful of their 
thoughts are freely given expression to, and the 
study of nature awakens the heart to beauty, truth 
and love. ’ ’ 

The two girls were still talking in this strain 
when a bevy of joyous, singing maidens broke in 
upon them with the request that they should join 
in a swimming contest. Gladly assenting to the 
proposal, the two girls joined their darker friends 
and soon all might be seen disporting themselves 
gaily in the water. 


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CHAPTER XIV. 

The village of Nahua is again decked for the 
yearly festival of the maidens, but as yet no sounds 
of gaiety are heard ; but if we bend our steps toward 
the shining beach we shall find it a scene for a 
painter. Beautiful children lie on the sand, or in 
childish play half bury themsdves, heaping the 
bright sand high on their little bodies. Older 
children search for shells or bits of delicate coral. 
Young men and maidens may be seen in the water, 
some going far out to the reef on surf boards. 
Among these latter are Ahleka and Mabel, Ahleka 
guiding with skill the lightly floating board, while 
Mabel lies almost her full length upon it. It is 
not by any means the first time since her residence 
on the island of Kaahlanai that she has been surf 
riding, a pastime of which she is very fond, enjoying 
the excitement of it as keenly as any native girl. 

‘‘See!” she cried at length, to Ahleka, “every 
one has gone up to the village but ourselves. Shall 
we not go back ? ’ ’ 

“Yes we will go back,” came the reply,” but 
only to the beach, not to the village.” He had 
noticed before she spoke, that the happy throng had 
left the beach while they were enjoying their ride, 
but had said nothing as he was glad to be alone 


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with her. They were swiftly carried in shore on the 
crest of a rolling breaker which soon landed them 
on the beach. 

As Ahleka stopped to draw in the surf board, 
Mabel started up to the beach in the direction of 
the village, but Ahleka called after her: ‘‘Mabel, 
will you not stay and walk in the sun until your 
hair is once more dry, and like the rays of the 
morning sun for brightness?” She returned, her 
damp hair clinging about her shoulders and bosom. 
They paced slowly up and down the silvery sand, 
and continued to do so long after her skirts of sea 
grass, and her hair were dry ; but it was so pleasant 
to walk there in the fresh balmy morning air. 
Ahleka looked down at the little figure beside him, 
his eyes filled with the tenderest love. Mabel, 
glancing up, encountered his impassioned gaze, 
“Ahleka, my Ahleka,” she softly murmured, 
hardly knowing what she said. 

In an instant, as his ear detected the tenderness 
in her voice, he caught her in his arms, holding 
her so closely as actually to hurt her. 

“Ahleka,” she said, “I was going to ask why 
you did not join the young men in the festival of 
the maidens.” 

“Oh, my love, could I join the young men to be 
chosen in marriage when she, whom I adore, does 
not join the maidens ?” 

“But I thought all unmarried men were obliged 
to join the ranks. ” 

‘ ‘That is true, but the chief of each village is an 


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exception, so I need not join unless I wish.” 

While they had been talking, they had found a 
soft bank of deep moss under wide-spread trees. 
On this bank they now reclined, Ahleka holding 
Mabel’s hand in both of his. 

‘ ‘According to our custom I should have waited 
until you declared your love for me, but my father 
has explained the customs of your land to me, and 
I — oh, my love, my fair white lily, my precious 
moon maiden, can you love Ahleka ?’ ’ 

She raised her eyes to his, but before she could 
answer him, he had showered warm kisses over her 
face, neck and shoulders, in a transport of tender- 
ness. 

“Ah,” he cried, ‘4f you say no, you love me not, 
I have kissed you, and that is happiness.” Then, 
as she lay passive in his arms, it filled him with a 
horrible dread, and he exclaimed: 

“How can I expect that you will love me, who 
am only a savage at most, whose skin is black! 
What do I think of?” 

“Do not speak so Ahleka, I do love you,” she 
whispered, putting her arm about his neck and 
nestling closely in his embrace; “I do love you; 
how could I help loving you after all your kindness 
to us. ’ ’ 

“No, that is gratitude, not love, if you feel that 
way,” he said, relaxing his hold of her form. 

“No, no, Ahleka, I love you because I cannot 
help myself. ’ ’ 

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little one,” drawing her again close in his arms. 

“Yes, I am yours,” she seemed to breathe her 
reply. 

“The yearly festival shall find us ever fond. We 
will join in the festival to-day, shall we not?” 
asked he. 

“No, let us wait until the next festival. The 
months between will be so sweet, filled as they 
will be by our dream of happiness. ” 

“It shall be as you wish, but at least, we may 
stand among the young men and maidens and 
publicly acknowledge our choice.” 

“Yes, my Ahleka, my prince among men, we 
will not be ashamed to acknowledge our love. Is 
it not strange that we two, born so far apart, hav- 
ing no knowledge of each other, and even speaking 
different languages, should now be held close in 
the embrace of love ? ’ ’ said she. 

“It is fate, Mabel,” he answered, “you were 
born to be mine, you have braved unknown seas, 
escaping wreck, defying fire, and, in the face of 
death, been brought by the hands of fate safely to 
this unknown shore to be mine. It was decreed 
that you were to be mine, and no obstacle is too 
great to be overcome by fate . I thank the fates 
that have smiled upon us and brought us out of 
the darkness of the unknown into the happy light 
of love. Now I jfear nothing that can happen 
unless it be the taking of your love from me. ’ ’ 

“Nothing can alter that, Ahleka.” 

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asked, holding her to him in an agony of suspense. 
For he was not satisfied that she should love him 
now, but wanted to feel that he had been her only 
love. 

“Never! Ahleka, never! The young men in 
my land are not n ature^ s childr en as you are, liv- 
ing pure and wholesome lives, but most of them 
are dissipated, and vicious creatures to be abhorred, 
rather than loved, or else, weak, worthless beings 
that no noble woman could give herself to without 
degrading herself. The men of my land do not 
study nature in her wondrous, varying moods, as 
you do. Nor do they make manly vigor and per- 
fection their first aim in life. They have no time 
to give thought to these things; they are taken up 
in the mad rush in the pursuit of money. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘And is not love before money ? ’ ’ 

“No, in my land men and women work for 
money, beg for money, steal for money, marry for 
money, love for money. No, in all my life you 
are the only man, the purity of whose motives, 
whose highness of aim, whose nobleness of nature, 
has made him worthy of my devotion. ’ ’ 

He drew her yielding form closer, and stroked 
her sunny hair softly as he said, “We are from 
this moment consecrated to one another, and you 
shall never have one moment when the sunlight of 
happiness is dimmed, if Ahleka can keep the 
shadow from falling on the heart of her, who is 
dearer to him than life itself.” 

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reclining under the fragrant trees, with the sweet 
songs of bright, winged birds, and the soft plash of 
the waves breaking at their feet, the only sounds 
to reach their ears, we cannot tell, if at that mo- 
ment Etta and Kaelea had not come bounding 
down the beach in the direction of their retreat, 
Etta crying out to them : 

‘^Oh, you idlers. Why are you not dressed for 
the feast? The hour of rest is over and every one 
is ready for the festival, except you two. What 
in the world have you been about, that you are not 
ready also? ’’ 

The pair of lovers were now on their feet and 
Ahleka answered, “We shall soon be ready. 
Come Mabel.” 

Etta, full of mischief and realizing the situation, 
having seen Ahleka’ s arm clasped around Mabel, 
called after them: “Mabel, don’t let him play 
the part of prince charming.” 

Mabel blushed, for she remembered how angry 
that same remark had made her two years and a 
half ago. She made no answer, but cast a merry 
look back at the two girls who were following 
them to the village. 

The usual merriment of the festival was indeed 
beginning as they reached the village, but it did 
not take either Ahleka or Mabel long to array them- 
selves with fresh adornment for the feast, and take 
their place amongst the rest of the young men and 
maidens. Mabel had learned to dance the nui-nui, 
or maidens dance, as well as any of the young girls. 


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Ahleka thought her doubly entrancing as her deli- 
cate proportions were so gracefully displayed by 
the movements of the dance. They soon left the 
ranks, returning to Ahleka’ s father, and the rest 
who sat upon the mats. 

Captain Thornton took Mabel in his arms and 
said : ‘ ‘May heaven bless you my child . I know 
you will be happy with Ahlekd, for he is lovable, 
gentle and kind. ’ ’ 

Captain Gray looked at her, with a peculiar ex- 
pression, and said to Etta: “I would never allow 
you to marry one of these black Apollo’s, so don’t 
you fall in love with one of them.” 

Captain Thornton overhearing this remark, spoke 
up, “You make mistake, my friend; if she loves 
one of our young men it is far better that she marry 
him, for she will not be happy otherwise, and you 
surely do not wish to see her unhappy.” 

“No, I don’t want to see her unhappy,” Captain 
Gray answered, “but all the same, she shan’t marry 
on this island with my consent.” 

Etta heard these words with a sinking heart, as 
there was a young man of the village of Howcu, 
the son of the young doctor, who had landed on the 
island with Captain Thornton’s party, with whom 
she already had had many a pleasant meeting in the 
lovely, shady groves that were so plentiful on the 
way between the two villages. 


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CHAPTER XV. 

The days passed to the young lovers as a dream. 
All day long they would wander under the cool 
shade of the fragrant trees, listening to the songs 
of sweet- voiced birds, gathering flowers and weav- 
ing them into wreaths with which to adorn each 
other, or disporting themselves in the warm sea; 
Mabel had become a very expert swimmer. Gay 
groups of happy young people were constantly to 
be seen enjoying the delights of surf riding and 
swimming; our friends were often of the number. 

So drifted on their happy life for three months, 
with no thought of care entering their lives, no 
idea of concealment of their pure love for one an- 
other, until one day, about three months after the 
festival, Ahleka came early to the cottage of the 
girls, bringing fruits and flowers to them, as it was 
his custom to do each morning. As Mabel met 
him at the door her loving eyes soon saw that there 
was something that troubled the heart of him whom 
she loved. Running to him, she asked : ‘ ‘What is 
it, Ahleka, what has happened?’’ 

“My father,” he answered, “is sick. I know not 
what he says. He speaks of strange things of 
which I know nothing.” 

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nurse and may he able to help Kaelea in caring for 
him.” So saying, she started in the direction of 
Captain Thornton’s cottage, Ahleka walking by 
her side. 

‘‘Mabel,” he said, “should I not go to Howcu 
to tell my father’s son, Allen, of his illness? and it 
tears my heart to* think of leaving him now, when, 
perhaps, he may die at any moment, to go for the 
son whom he has only had with him so short a 
time. But he calls his name more often than mine, 
which shows that he loves the son of his fair wife, 
who died beyond the seas, better than he does the 
son of the wife who rests beneath our warm sun.” 
He spoke so tenderly, that Mabel was moved to 
tears, but answered: “No, Ahleka, I am sure he 
does not love Allen best, but he calls on Allen’s 
name, because he is away, while you are 'by his 
side. Can you not understand that ?” 

“Well, perhaps so, but at any rate I must go 
after him, so good bye, sweet one . ’ ’ 

‘ ‘Stay a moment. I am sure Captain Gray would 
be glad to go after Allen for you, and then you may 
remain by the side of. your father. There he comes 
now.” Saying which she ran to the captain, who 
was now close behind them and made the request 
that he should go. 

“Certainly, I will go, but first, Ahleka, I will see 
your father,” saying which he entered the cottage 
which they had reached while they were talking. 
He found Captain Thornton indeed very ill . He 
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died that no time was to be lost. Captain Gray, 
in company with two Nahua boys, left immediate- 
ly for Howcu to bring Allen to his father’s bed- 
side. 

Mabel was soon comforting Kaelea and trying to 
sooth her grief by tender words. 

It was some time before Allen had reached his 
father’s bedside as the village of Howcu, as we 
have already explained, was on the other side of 
the arm of the sea which divided the island; so the 
trip had to be made partly by canoe and in part by 
land. The news of his father’s serious illness was 
a great shock to Allen, who immediately started, 
accompanied by Mania, for Nahua. On arriving 
there he was met by Ahleka who conducted him 
to their father. He saw at a glance that his father 
was very near the dread valley of death. The 
thought of losing his father was very hard to bear. 

“Oh, father, why did you not send for me be- 
fore ! ” 

“My son, I was not ill until to-day, but now I 
know my days among you all are numbered, and 
before I die I want to talk to you of your future . 
It is my wish that you should remain always here, 
in this land of happiness.” 

Why, father, I am not likely to leave here. 
There seems no possibility of such a thing . ’ ’ 

“But still, Allen, the day may come when you 
will be given an opportunity to leave this heaven 
blessed land, and return to your own country. It 
is of that day I wish to speak. Think well, Allen, 


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before you leave this paradise where all is happi- 
ness and contentment, where strife and contention 
are unknown, to return to the cold-hearted, calcu- 
lating world to meet, you know not what evils, 
but remain here among a people who have their 
every want provided for %y^nllure, thus relieving 
them of the drudgery of existence, where men live 
as God intended men should live; where love is 
love, not licentiousness; where each man is proud 
to claim his own children ; where no woman 
blushes with shame when she beholds the fruits of 
her unhappy love ; where the tender life of no un- 
fortunate infant is taken that it may not be a 
living shame to the authors of its being. Here, in 
this land where money cannot buy man’s honesty 
or woman’s love. Here, my dear son, is to be found 
true happiness, and it is the dying request of ycur 
father that you live among this gentle, lovable peo- 
ple as your father has done. ’ ’ The old man drop- 
ped his head upon his breast exhausted by his effort. 

“Do not think,” replied Allen, “that I shall 
ever want to go back to a false state of civilizaton. 
I learned to despise it long before I landed here 
and now that I have lived here so long and have 
learned to appreciate the honesty and truthfulness 
of these people, I do not wish to leave them. And 
then, is not my wife, whom I love more deeply 
each day, one of these people? No, father, I 
shall never leave this land of plenty, peace and 
quiet. No, I am too happy, as I now live, to de- 
sire any change . ” 


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Captain Thornton grew rapidly worse, and, ere 
the dawn of another day he had left the island, 
where he had passed so many peaceful years, for that 
unknown land beyond the grave. All day long 
could be heard the mournful wailing of the people 
of Nahua who had gathered around the house to 
mourn. The weird cries and the slow, measured 
beat of the tom-toms that accompanied this pecu- 
liar chant was kept up all the day and night that 
Captain Thornton’s body lay nnburied. The 
mourning was sincere, as the gentle old man had 
been loved as a father by the people of the island 
of Kaahlanai. 

The next morning at daybreak, for in this hot 
climate the body could be kept no longer, funeral 
rites were held over the remains of Captain Thorn- 
ton. The body had been wrapped in many layers 
of palm leaves and then placed in a slender, light 
canoe; it was now resting on a bier formed of bran- 
ches of bamboo. The mourners are already gathered 
around, Ahleka, Allen and Kaelea having each placed 
a handful of lime on their heads as a token of their 
grief, it being the outward mark of mourning bourn 
by these peculiar people. The melancholy chant 
was still kept up. Eight young men having lifted 
the bier upon their shoulders, the funeral march 
began. On each side of the bier walked eight 
young girls, each having upon her head the custom- 
ary handful of lime, and bearing in her hand a long 
wand of waving feathers ; holding the wands so as 
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dead . After them came Ahleka and Kaelea, Allen 
and Mania and next Mabel and Etta walking on 
each side of Captain Gray; following these came 
the chiefs and their families and the people ^of the 
villages, each one carrying a stone in one hand and 
branches of flowers in the other. The procession 
moved slowly up the hill which was to be the burial 
place. The broad disc of the rising sun was now 
to be seen coming slowly above the sea, throwing 
broad shafts of light over the water, dyeing the sky 
coppery red .which shaded into gold, then into the 
softest tints of yellow as the rays ascended. It 
was a sight never to be forgotten by any of the little 
group who stood for the first time on this funeral 
mountain, looking out over the grief bowed heads 
of the throng of people, beyond the tree embowered 
islands, beyond the reef with the surf glistening 
and ever changing in the rays of the rising sun, far 
out to the glorious ruler of day. The canoe was 
now placed upon the ground, the company turned, 
and raising their sprays of flowers toward the sun, 
chanting an invocation to the source of light and 
warmth. One after another they drew near the 
canoe, beginning with Ahleka and Allen, placing 
upon it the flowers held in their hands until it was 
hidden from view beneath a fragrant mound . After 
all the flowers were deposited, the stones were piled 
high over them, making a rocky monument to 
mark the resting place of Captain Thornton — the 
Alii Mahina. Then slowly they retraced their 
steps to the village. 


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CHAPTER XVI. 

One morning, about a month after the death of 
Captain Thornton, as Etta and Mabel were prepar- 
ing for their morning bath in the ocean, they grew 
confidential, as girls are apt to do when arranging 
their toilets together. 

‘‘Mabel,’’ said Etta, “I envy you the freedom 
you enjoy in seeing Ahleka so often with none to 
interfere. How I wish I were in your place for I 
must meet Uala clandestinely, so that papa shall 
not know of our love. I hate to deceive papa, I 
am sure, but I don’t know what to do. Do you 
think I do right to meet him as I do ?” 

“Yes indeed, I think you are right to meet him 
if you love him . It would be far better if every 
woman would cling to the one man she loves; but 
you are not right in meeting him secretly . You 
should not be ashamed to acknowledge your love 
before all . When one is ashamed of their love it 
is not the pure, strong unchangeable passion that 
alone should be called by that name. ’ ’ She spoke 
warmly, for she did not like this concealment on the 
part of her friend. ^ 

“But Mabel, you do not understand me at all. 
I am not ashamed of my love for Uala, but papa 
has said I should never marry any one on this island 
with his consent. Now what am I to do?” 


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‘‘What are you to do? Be a true woman and 
let your holy love for the man who has won your 
heart, speak hereafter. Let it be his approval or 
disapproval you abide by. When you were a child 
you owed your obedience to your father, but now 
you are a woman with a woman’s love in your 
heart and you should obey that love, even if it is 
in opposition to your father’s will.” 

“Would you have me marry Uala without my 
father’s consent ?” 

“Yes, by all means. You do not seem to real- 
ize that you are teaching deception to Uala, and, 
you know, deceit among this people is a thing un- 
known. Can you be the first to teach them, by ex- 
ample, that there are such things as deceit, un- 
truth and dishonesty ? ’ ’ 

“No, Mabel. No, you know that I don’t,” ex- 
claimed Etta. “Do have some mercy on me. 
You forget how I am placed.” 

“No, I do not forget,” answered Mabel, “but 
you do not belong to your father. You are not a 
slave. Your heart, your mind, your .will, are 
yours and yours alone. When a father attempts to 
govern the love in his daughter’s heart he under- 
takes that which he has no right to; for nature has 
placed the feeling of love strong in the breast of 
every woman, and whoeyer tries to thwart that love, 
should realize that they are responsible for what- 
ever of deceit, wrong doing and shame that may 
follow. Half of the blighted, unhappy women of 
the world are made so, either by the interference 


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of others, in their love affairs, or by their 
own weakness in not daring to marry a 
man if his so-called social position is not 
equal to their own, or whose purse is not long 
enough to satisfy their soaring ambition. If 
women married those they loved and none else, as 
is done here, we should have no scandals in high 
life to shock us, as is now constantly the case. Oh, 
stop this deceit, Etta, it is unworthy of you ! Be a 
true woman. There is no virtue more to be ad- 
mired in woman than sincerity, and if you love 
Uala, as you say ’’ 

‘‘Oh, Mabel ! can you doubt my love?’’ broke in 
Etta. “I love him with my whole heart, but I 
did not realize how false my conduct was, until 
now that you have shown me how wrong I have 
been. I will tell papa everything at once, and if 
he disapproves, as I know only too well that he 
will, I shall do as you say, hold fast to my reso- 
lution, as I know I shall always love Uala, and 
should be wretchedly unhappy without him.” 

“I am glad, Etta dear, that you have come to so 
womanly a decision.” 

“Do you suppose Mabel, that your father would 
approve of your marriage with Ahleka if he know 
of it ?” 

“Yes,” answered Mabel, “I am quite sure he 
would. It was from his dear lips that I learned to 
think on the subject of marriage as I do.” 

After they had had their bath, Etta went directly 
to her father to tell him of her love for Uala. It 


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was a hard task, but she now saw her duty and was 
determined to do it. After throwing her arms about 
his neck, and kissing him, she dropped in a grace- 
ful little heap upon the mat at his feet, and began: 
‘‘Papa, do you love me very much ?” 

“What a question, why child, you are all in the 
world I have left to love. Of course I love you.’’ 

“But, papa, do you love me lots and lots, as I 
used to say when I was a little thing ?’ ’ 

“I love you more and more every day of your 
life, my dear child.” 

‘ ‘Then you want me to be very happy, don’ t you 
papa dear ?” An odd expression passed over the 
face of Captain Gray, as he replied: 

‘ ‘Want you to be happy? of course I do, you little 
kitten. If I were in America now, after all this 
coaxing, I should expect a reques^t to buy you a 
seal skin jacket, but as this climate won’t do for 
seal skins, and they are not to be had any way, I 
don’t know what I am expected to give this little 
tease to make her so wonderfully happy. ” His tone 
and v/ords were light and playful, but his face was 
stern, for he more than half guessed what she meant 
to ask. 

“Oh, papa,” she cried, “I know I am going to 
make you angry but I cannot help it. I love Uala. 
Will you give your consent to our union?” 

“Never ! How can you ask for my consent to 
marry a black beggar ? ’ ’ 

“Oh, papa ! he is so manly and I love him with 
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‘ ‘Then the sooner you stop loving him the bet- 
ter, is all I’ve got to say, for you shan’t marry 
that black-skinned hound. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘Papa, ’ ’ said Etta, rising to her feet, her whole 
manner changed in a moment, from girlish playful- 
ness to womanly dignity. She had been stung 
by her father’s scornful words. “Papa, you have 
always been a kind and affectionate father to me and 
my love and respect for you could not be greater; 
but from to-day my love and respect is also given 
to another. His, I am in heart and his I shall 
remain forever. ’ ’ 

“How dare you defy me !” he cried, “you shall 

never marry him, even if I have to ” What 

he would have said farther will never be known, 
for the sentence was never finished. 


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CHAPTER XVIL 

Mabel interrupted the conversation at this point 
by rushing up to Captain Gray and Etta, exclaim- 
ing: ‘What can be the matter ! Listen, what is 
it ? ” Listening a moment they could hear the 
shouts of hundreds of voices, which before, they 
had been too much occupied to notice. As they 
looked, they saw Allen running in the direction of 
the village, waving his arms wildly; he was closely 
followed by hundreds of the inhabitants of Howcu, 
all gesticulating and shouting. The sight filled 
the hearts of Mabel, Etta and Captain Gray with 
a horrible fear. Allen had, perahps, done some- 
thing to anger the people of his vill^e and 
they were pursuing him that they might wreak 
their vengeance upon him, and he, in his 
extremity, had come to Nahua to seek protect- 
ion with them . The thought filled the heart of 
each of the three, as they saw the mad rush onward 
of the men and women who followed him. Mabel 
ran to Ahleka, who was crossing toward the place 
where the two frightened girls and Captain Gray 
stood. Throwing herself into his arms she cried, 
“Save us Ahleka, save us ! Do not let them kill 
your brother. Call on your young men to get 
their spears in readiness to protect us from these 


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people.” He held her closely in his arms but 
laughed heartily at her fears. ‘Why, my pre- 
cious moonflower, it is a shout of joy, not a battle 
cry you hear. There has happened some great thing 
at Howcu and they are coining to tell us of it.” 

By now, Allen had reached them and dropping, 
almost exhausted, upon the ground, exclaimed: 
“A ship! A ship!” 

‘ What do you say, a ship ? Do you mean that 
you have seen a ship ?’ ’ asked the listeners, in a 
breath. 

“Yes, a vessel of some description. I do not 
know whether it is a ship, a barque or what. But 
whatever she is, she is making for the island, I am 
sure. ’ ’ 

The listeners could hardly believe their ears; they 
quickly ascended the burial hill, which was the 
highest point on the island. They could then 
plainly see the vessel, which Captain Gray pro- 
nounced to be a barque. She was some little dis- 
tance out, but it was evident that she meant, in 
some manner, to reach the island. The anxious 
group watched every movement of the men, who 
could be seen lowering away a boat, which was 
manned by eight sturdy sailors. They finally set 
out for the island. Now, there was but one safe 
approach to that side of the island, and that was at 
the point where Captain Gray and his party had 
come ashore three years before. 

A party, consisting of Captain Gray, Allen Thorn- 
ton and four Nahua boys, had already left for the 


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spot where their boat had remained since their land- 
ing on the island, safely moored under a huge rock, 
as it had been considered best to leave it there, its 
size making it inconvenient to carry it across the 
island to the village. It had been used occasion- 
ally for fishing excursions. Having arrived where 
the boat was lying, they quickly loosened her from 
her moorings set her afloat and were soon threading 
the narrow channel between the treacherous coral 
reefs, out to meet the boat that was seeking a land- 
ing place. 

The ship’s boat was now hid from their view by 
projecting rocks but they were not long in getting 
clear of most of the obstructions in their v/ay, as 
they were well used to this tortuous little channel. 
When they appeared in full view of the approach- 
ing crew the effect was startling. The sailors turned 
suddenly, and with redoubled energy rowed toward 
the v'essel ; they were fleeing in terror from what 
they imagined to be hostile natives, come out to 
capture them, and their only chance of safety seemed 
to them to lie in reaching their vessel. Captain 
Gray and Allen as soon as they discovered how 
their party had frightened those to whom they were 
so anxiously hurrying, began to halloo to them. 
At first the fleeing crew paid no heed, except to re- 
new their efforts to reach their ship. Finally they 
halted, and apparently listened ; then, as if they had 
assured themselves that it was really English that 
they heard, they turned their boat a second time 
toward the land. 


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It was but a few moments before the two boats 
were close together. Captain Gray addressed «the 
newcomers . He was answered by the mate of the 
vessel who was in commend of the boat. ‘We be- 
long to the Eliza Judd,” said he, “and such a 
knocking about as we’ve had ain’t often come my 
way, though I’ve been to sea off an on these twenty 
odd years. I’ll tell ye now, we’ve had a tough 
time of it.” 

“Where do you come from?” asked Captain 
Gray. 

“We hail from New Zealand, and are bound for 
San Francisco, but we have had such’ bad weather 
and been delayed so long that our stock of fresh 
wafer, which was not large at the start, has given 
out and under this devilish hot sun we can’t stand 
it long without water. So, sighting this island, 
the captain made up his mind he would land in 
search of fresh water and run the chance of meeting 
with unfriendly natives, but by George, we didn’t 
expect to find the island inhabited by whites.” 

“Well, the island iy not exactly inhabited by 
w^^ps, as you suppose, for we are only a small 
psqiP^ of ship- wrecked travellers. We have been 
here for tlirefe years, and I can tell you we will be 
glad enough to get a chance to leave. ’ ’ 

While this conversation was taking place the 
two boats had reached the shore where a large 
body of natives had collected. The two girls were 
also there. The excitement was intense, as, of 
course, all realized that the coming of this vessel 


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furnished means of escape from the island. 

Where do you live?” inquired Mate Jenkins. 
“This don’t look like the likeliest place in the 
world to live in, now, does it ? ” 

“I must say, this side of the island is not a 
promising looking place,” replied the captain, 
‘ ‘but the other side is quite different, in fact, it is 
a delightful place, if it were not that we are in ex- 
ile here. ’ ’ 

“How is the water supply on this side ? ” 

“Fine; it couldn’t be better or handier. Right 
beyond that next turn, is a stream of water as 
sweet and pure as one could find in many a month’s 
travel. ’ ’ 

“Now, I swan, that’s good. I didn’t know but 
what we’d have to bring it over from the other 
side. ’ ’ 

The work of filling casks which they had 
brought with them, and conveying them to the 
ship was soon begun. 


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CHAPTER XVIIL 

The excitement caused by the arrival of the Eliza 
Judd was intense, as she was the first craft the 
islanders had ever seen, with the exception of the 
lief-boat in which Captain Gray and his companions 
had come ashore. The water was soon dotted by 
dozens of canoes, bearing them out to inspect this 
wonder of. man’s creation. 

“Well, is your truhk all packed for the trip 
home ? ’ ’ asked Captain Gray, with a laugh, of Ma- 
bel, who stood near him. 

“Well, I must sa}^, our packing will not take us 
long,” she replied, “but do you know. Captain 
Gray, I hate to leave the island of Kaahlanai? I 
have been so happy here. ’ ’ 

“Oh, nonsense, what do you find here to make 
you forget the life of your own country, except it 
may be, your handsome rascal Ahleka. There lies 
the secret of your liking for this country, I expect. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘Oh, of course, that has something to do with 
it; but still there is so much more real enjoyment 
in the lives of these people than at home, that I 
cannot bear to leave it all. ’ ’ 

“By the way, when you get home again, what do 
you think your father is going to say to your attach- 
ment for Ahleka ? I think myself, that he will soon 


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put a stop to it. If he does not, he is not the 
sensible man I take him to be. ” 

‘‘He cannot put a stop to it,” said Mabel, firmly, 
then turned to join Ahleka who stood a few steps 
away. The two lovers, leaving the rest of the 
party, walked on in silence for some time, the heart 
of each too full for speech. Finally coming to .a 
clump of trees, under which the grass was thick 
and long, they sat down. 

Ahleka was the first to break the silence by say- 
ing: “Are you going to leave Ahleka, my fah moon 
flower ? Are you going to leave fair Kaahlanai, 
the isle of the sun, and once more return to your 
own home far across the water ? What shall I do, 
my love, if you leave me?” 

“Yes Ahleka, my prince. I must leave Kaahla- 
nai and return to my own land, for there my father 
mourns for me. I was his only happiness and I 
must go back to him ; but the thought of being se- 
parated from you is as bitter to me as it is to you. 
But why cannot you go with me ; then my father 
may bless our union.” 

“Do you wish me to go ? You know that your 
wish is my law. You have but to make a request 
and it shall be granted, even if it costs my life. 
Yes, if it is your wish I will go.” 

‘ ‘It is my wish, and you have made me so happy 
by your consent. Now my heart shall not be so 
sad at leaving Kaahlanai, where I have been so 
content and happy, where I have learned so much 
that is pure and true.” 


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‘‘But,” queried Ahleka, “will you still love me 
when you have once more seen the difference be- 
tween myself and the men of your own nation ? 
Will your heart still beat alone for him whose 
life is worthless without your love?” 

As he spoke he suddenly caught her in his arms 
and held her closely to him, looking into her eyes 
with an expression almost fierce, so intense were 
his feelings. 

“Ah, Ahleka, I can never love any one but you. 
You are the one man, in all the world to me. I 
love you far better each day. I would do anything 
to prove my love to you.” 

“Would you? Suppose I were to try your love 
in the shape of physical suffering? ” 

“Ask whatever proof you wish, I will give it 
willingly, ’ ’ was the answer to his strange question. 

“In the olden times,” he began, “when the dif- 
ferent villages of Kaahlanai were unfriendly to 
one another, they were continually at war, and 
when the warriors left to fight for their village, it 
was their custom to ask of their wives a proof of their 
love and devotion. This proof consisted in cutting 
from the arm of the wife a small piece of flesh and 
a corresponding piece from the husband’s arm, and 
transferring the flesh of one arm to the other. Can 
your love stand so severe a test? ” 

Mabel looked at him a moment and then quietly 
said, “I love you, Ahleka, there is my arm; do as 
you please with it,” at the same time extending 
her fair, round arm, which was bare, except that a 


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number of^ shell bracelets adorned it. Ahleka 
took her hand and covered the delicate arm with 
his impassioned kisses. 

‘‘We will go,” he said, “to Kalui. He will 
perform for us, the test of faith. ’ ’ Kalui was an 
old man of Howcu, who attended the sick, if there 
were any on the island. Howcu was much nearer 
the little cove where they were seated than was Na- 
hua. On reaching the house of Kalui, Ahleka quick- 
ly made known to him the object of their visit. The 
old man was surprised at the request, for it had 
been many a year since he had been called upon to 
assist a loving couple in making this painful avow- 
al of their devotion. Turning to Mabel, he asked, 
“And can the maiden endure the pain? can she 
stand the sight of the blood ? If she is willing to 
do this, she does indeed, love Ahleka.” 

“Yes,” answered Mabel, “I am determined. ” 

The bronzed arm of Ahleka was now held firmly 
in Kalui’ s left hand, while in his right he held a 
little instrument resembling a pair of scissors. He 
quickly cut a piece of quivering flesh from the arm, 
above the elbow. Ahleka instantly placed his 
finger over the bleeding wound. Mabel then ex- 
tended her arm, at the same time averting her head. 
In an instant the cruel cut was made, and the dark 
hued circle from Ahleka’ s arm was placed in the 
wound on Mabel’s arm, which was quickly bound 
about with soft fibre cloth; then, the little white 
bit of skin was bound on Ahleka’ s arm. Thanking 
Kalui, they retraced their footsteps to the beach . 


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“Now Ahleka, do you doubt my love ?'’ enquired 
Mabel, as they walked slowly back. 

“No, I do not doubt you, how could I? but I 
have a terrible dread of the difference you will see 
between the young men of your country and my- 
self. They have the advantage of me in education, 
refinement, in fact in everything. ’ ’ 

“Not in everything, and really, but in very few 
things; not in refinement, surely, for no refinement 
r can be greater than true manliness. You have been 
taught to be honest, generous, gentle and just, and 
no amount of education could make you more fit 
to be loved, trusted and honored than you are . In 
the knowledge of books, and in the ways of the 
world beyond your own beautiful island, you are, 
to be sure, untaught. But that is a little matter; 
you can soon learn all you need to know of that. ’ ’ 
“Is it^.true that you feel so? But still, I fear 
that when you see me ridiculed and made light of, 
on account of my ignorance, your heart will grow 
cold toward me.” 

“Never while I live, can that happen, Ahleka. 
The woman is not worthy the name, who would let 
the words or actions of others turn her against the 
man she has promised to love. ’ ’ 

Ahleka bent over her and gently touched his 
lips to her shining hair. “Ah,” said he, “could 
any man have sweeter proof of woman’s love than 
you have given to me ! ” 

They had, by this time, reached the beach where 
the sailors from the Eliza Judd and the inhabitants 


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of Kaahlanai were collected. As they approached, 
Captain Gray addressed them, ‘ ‘The task of sup- 
plying the Judd with water is about completed. 
The captain and part of the crew are going over 
to the village to have dinner with us. Then be- 
fore sunset, we will re.turn here, whence we will 
take the boats for the Judd and at last be on our 
way home.’’ 


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CHAPTER XIX. 

‘^Now, that you have seen our island -home, what 
do you think of it?’’ inquired Mabel of Captain 
Harris, of the Eliza Judd. Do you not think it a 
most delightful place ? ’ ’ 

“Well, I can’t say as I would like to live here 
the rest of my days myself; but of course it’s all 
right for them that like it,” answered Captain 
Harris. 

“Oh, it is so lovely here. I cannot imagine a 
pleasanter place in the world. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘Is that so, now ? but all seem mighty glad to 
go away from it all the same. How do you ac- 
count for that, young lady ? ’ ’ 

“We are not all glad to leave. There are some 
of our party who will not go, but will always 
make their home on this island, and I should not 
leave it, w^ere it not for my father; but I feel it my 
duty to go back to see him.” 

“Come, girls,” said Captain Gray, “have you 
said good-bye to all your friends? It’s about time 
we left for the cove. Come, Ahleka, we may as 
well start, for, to' tell the truth, I am in something 
of a hurry to get oflF. ” 

The party soon left for the other side of the 
island, where the boats were waiting for . them. 


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On the way over to the boats Etta managed to 
have a few private words with Uala. Arriving at 
the beach, Uala went to Captain Gray and said, 
“Captain Gray, your daughter and I have long 
loved one another, but we have forborne to speak 
until to-day, as we had hoped, in time, that you 
would reverse your decision that she should not 
marry on Kaahlanai. Now we beg your consent 
to our union. I will go to America and will study 
that I may be more her equal. Will you not con- 
sent ? ’ ’ 

Captain Gray’s face was fairly purple with rage 
as he answered, “No, you black rascal, I would 
rather see her die before my eyes than have her 
marry you.” 

Etta clung closely to Uala, saying, “And I 
would rather die than be parted from Uala.” 

Uala’s manner quickly changed, and turning 
again to Captain Gray, he said, “I bow to your 
right, as a father, but if I must give up all thought 
of Etta, may I at least ask a few moments conver- 
sation with her, a few steps apart from the rest, 
that I may say good-bye to her forever.” 

Captain Gray could but grant this request, which 
was so humbly made. The two walked a short 
distance down the rocky side of the cove to a place 
where there was a most curious cave, called by the 
islanders ama wai, or spouting waters, on account 
of its peculiar formation . The mouth lay deep 
beneath the bed of the sea and there was an outlet 
reaching up to where they stood. Through this 


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outlet came the spray of the boiling, seething 
waters, which rushed madly through the cave below. 
As they stood on the brink of this cave, in full 
view of Captain Gray, and the group gathered on 
the beach, Uala, whose strong, wild nature was 
moved by the distant sobbing aud roaring of the 
surf, bent over Etta, whispering in her ear: ‘‘You 
said, a short time ago, you would rather die than 
be separated from me; do you mean it?” 

“I do,” came the response. 

“Then, we shall go together to the bottom of 
this cave where dwells the sea god, ’ ’ saying which 
he threw one strong, sinewy arm about her yield- 
ing form, and, with one wild plunge both were lost 
to view beneath the surging, seething mass of 
water. They had hardly disappeared beneath the 
engulfing waves before Captain Gray was at the 
mouth of the cave, calling upon the name of his 
daughter. 

About an hour afterwards Captain Harris ap- 
proached Captain Gray and said: “Captain Gray, 
if you are going with us, we will have to set out 
for the vessel right away. I hate to intrude on 
your sorrow for the loss of your daughter, but, if 
w^e are going to get away from the island to-night, 
we have got to weigh anchor right off, for I dare’nt 
stay long in this neighborhood, for, as you know 
it’s a devilish place for storms and I’ll be mighty 
glad to get clear of these coral reefs, which are 
very pretty things to look at from the shore, with 
the breakers dashing over them; but they are deuc- 


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edly ugly tilings for a vessel to be too close to, and 
you know how very treacherous the winds are in 
these parts. If we stay much longer we may be 
dashed, like a bit of drift wood, clean upon that 
ragged reef Will you come with us, or will you 
stay that you may, perhaps, regain the body of your 
daughter 

Captain Gray turned toward him with a face 
horribly changed in the last brief hour, and 
answered in a dazed manner, ‘‘Yes, I will go. I 
want to leave this place that has robbed me of my 
child. Why, oh why have I been made to witness the 
awful death of each member of my family ? Yes, 
I want to leave this accursed island,” saying which 
he walked slowly away from the cave, where Etta 
and Uala had sunk from sight, and accompanied 
Captain Harris to the boat, in which Mabel was 
already seated. 

The farewells were loving and sorrowful be- 
tween the departing loved ones and those they were 
leaving behind. About the necks, upon the heads 
and around the waists of Ahleka and Mabel had 
been placed many a fragrant leis, or wreath, 
wrought by loving hands. 

‘ ‘Good-bye, Allen, my brother. May the sun of 
happiness never be dimmed for you and Mania, my 
sister. May your lives be as a day in the time of 
the blossoming of the fikuTfees, which are so 
perfect as to leave nothing to be longed for. May 
your children be as straight as young palm-trees, 
and as unchangeable in their devotion to their pa- 


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rents, as is the pearl, which, through life or death 
clings to the oyster which produces it. Now that 
I am leaving my people, you two will rule over 
them. Govern them with love, and that love will 
be returned to you a thousand fold. Our sister, 
Kaelea, I give into your keeping until the next 
festival, when she, under 'your guidance, shall rule 
her people,’’ saying which, Ahleka embraced Al- 
len and Kaelea for the last time, then stepped into 
the boat which was to bear him to new sensations 
and strange experiences amidst civilization. As 
the boat pulled off to the Eliza Judd, a sweet song 
of sad regret was borne over the water to the trav- 
ellers. Of the seven who had landed on this hap-- 
py shore three years before, only three were now 
leaving. Captain Gray, Mabel Miller and Hans who 
was going back to his dear loving wife whom he 
loved so devotedly, and to his fat, little cherub, 
Katrina. 

“Ah, Katrina, won’t she be^ glad to see her 
papa again, though ; ’ ’ how often, during that happy 
day, did this thought occur to Hans. The other 
two sailors had ‘found the ideal life of Kaahlanai 
too pleasant to leave. Allen was true to his word 
to his father and his love for his beautiful wife 
Maula; in fact, he had not the slightest longing to 
again visit the realms of civilization . Then Etta, 
bright, happy Etta, was beneath the waves of the 
ever changing sea . 

When the Eliza Judd had received her new-found 
passengers, she seemed to arouse herself from a 


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summer day’s sleep, and give herself a shake to 
see if she were really awake, for no sooner was the 
boat hoisted to the davits then the sails were 
swiftly unfurled, and, as they quickly filled with 
the fresh breeze, the Eliza Judd stood out to sea, 
like a bird that has been imprisoned, spreads its 
wings and starts on its glad flight to freedom. This 
majestic vessel, going noiselessly on her way, was 
a sight that aroused the wonder and admiration of 
the watchers on the beach. 


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CHAPTER XX. 

After losing sight of Kaahlanai, the party 
of travellers on the Eliza Judd turned their atten- 
tion to providing themselves with clothing, which 
would at least be presentable for them to appear in 
when they should reach America. It was easy 
enough to fit out Captain Gray, Ahleka and Hans 
from Captain Harris’ store of clothing, but Mabel, 
what was she to do for wearing apparel ? That was 
the question. Sheets were made by her deft fingers 
to serve as under garments, and some brown linen, 
which had been used to cover chairs and a couple 
of couches, was turned into a dress that was sur- 
prisingly becoming, considering the material used 
in its construction. Mabel’s preparations to step 
ashore in San Francisco were completed the day 
before arriving there . 

‘‘Now, Ahleka, how do you like my appear- 
ance?” Mabel inquired, after having arrayed her- 
self in her simple garments . 

“You always look charming in my eyes,” he re- 
plied, “still, I cannot but think that the costume 
of our country allows more freedom of movement, 
and on that account it is much more graceful and 
becoming.” 

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hate to put on again the uncomfortable- clothes 
v/hich women wear in my own land. ’ ’ 

‘‘What is that you say Mabel ?” broke in Captain 
Gray. “Do you mean to say that you like the 
hideous dress of the heathens that we have lived 
amongst for the past three years ?’ ’ 

“Captain Gray, they are not heathens. Their 
religion is the true religion. They worship the 
J bestower of all good ; they see the beautiful works 
of God all about them and give him the glory. 
Their religion is sincerity, purity and love. What 
more can there be in any religion ? 

“You talk it very nicely Mabel, and I presume 
you believe what you say ; it is as well that you do, 
as you are going to marry Ahleka; but I said, and 
I meant it too, that I would rather see Ktt^ die 
than have her marry one of those heathens, and, 
mourning for my dead child as deeply as I do, I 
still say that I would rather have her dead than 
married to Uala or any other beggarly, black-skin- 
ned rascal.” * 

‘ ‘Captain Gray, your daughter is not dead, ” broke 
in Ahleka. ‘ ‘She has a much happier fate, for, in 
all likelihood, she is, before this time, happily 
united to the man of her choice, from whom she 
would not part at the command of her father.” 

‘ ‘What do you mean, Etta not dead ? Do you 
mean to say that she was not drowned in the sea- 
cave? Why didn’t you tell me before we left the 
island, that she might still be alive?” exclaimed 
Captain Gray. 


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‘‘Because,’’ replied Ahleka, “I knew that you 
would part those two fond hearts which nature had 
intended for each other.” 

“You worthless wretch ! how dared you keep it 
from me, her father ? But what better could I ex- 
pect from you, a fellow of no principle or educa- 
tion, than trickery or deception.” 

“You wrong me. Captain Gray; you never asked 
me of the possibility of Etta being still alive or I 
should have felt that I must tell you the truth, 
however much I disliked to do so. But, as you 
asked no one the question, ..none felt called upon to 
betray to you the probable safety of Etta and Uala, 
as it would not be keeping faith with those whom 
we had every reason to wish to aid in their plan of 
escape. ’ ’ 

“You are an accursed lot and ” 

“Captain Gray, how dare you speak so of the 
people, who for three years, have done everything 
possible for your comfort and happiness,” ex- 
claimed Mabel. ‘ ‘I left home in your vessel re- 
specting you as my father’s friend, but I never 
wish to speak again to you, a man who has shown 
himself dead to all feelings of gratitude, lost to all 
sense of justice. How can you blame any one for 
the fact that Etta obeyed the dictates of her con- 
science and heart?” Having said which, Mabel 
took Ahleka’ s arm and walked rapidly to the oth- 
er end of the vessel. It was with a feeling 
oE relief that she realized that on the next 
day they should in all probability reach San Fran- 


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cisco, then she would no longer be thrown in con- 
tact with a man so repulsive to her as Captain 
Gray had become. 

It was indeed true, as Ahleka had said, Uala 
and Etta were not dead. After the first wild 
plunge into the rushing' waters, Uala had pressed 
on with Etta clasped by one arm, until they came 
to a large, open space, where the floor of the cave 
was smooth and raised so that no water reached it ; it 
was, in fact, an immense under-ground cave. After 
carrying Etta to a place of safety, he threw himself 
down beside her, showering frantic kisses upon her 
upturned face. ‘‘My little sea queen, you have 
braved the terrors of the deep, and faced death for 
my sake-. Now, when I feel sure that the vessel 
hasje^ we will go back together, to life and happi- 
nesST See, here are things provided for you to eat, ’ ’ 
pointing to a liberal supply of food, which was 
placed on a ledge of rocks, high out of the reach 
of the waves, ‘ ‘and here is kapa to keep the deli- 
cate limbs of my dear one warm, ’ ’ saying which 
he opened a water-tight calabashe, from which he 
took some fine fiber cloth and wrapped about her. 

“I came here while the rest were at the village 
at their supper, and brought these things, so that, 
if my fair one came here with me, she should at 
least not suffer from cold or hunger.” 

The hours passed unheeded by the happy pair 
until, finally, Etta dropped into a sweet sleep. 
When she awoke, Uala, who had remained awake 
that he might see that no harm befell Etta, said. 


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“I think that, by this time, the sun shines again 
above us. I will go to the opening of the cave 
and learn if the ship is still here . ’ ’ 

“Oh Uala, do not leave me here. I was not 
afraid to come with you, but I am so afraid to stay 
for one moment without you,” cried Etta, clinging 
to his arrn. 

‘ ‘I shall not leave you for one moment, but do 
you see those large leaves floating in the water over 
there? On those leaves, in all likelihood, is a 
message sent to me by friends above . ’ ’ 

“Do others know of this cave then? Will they 
not tell my father?” she asked in some alarm. 

“No, do not fear. None of my people would 
betray a friend. But, let us see the message,” say- 
ing which he advanced to a place where several 
large leaves were revolving slowly in the water, 
being carried about by the whirlpool. Catching 
hold of a couple of these, he found that it was as 
he had thought. They each bore a message, written 
on their smooth surface with the point of a sharp 
stick. 

“See, Etta,” he exclaimed, “it is just as I 
thought. We are free. Your father has gone. 
Now we will return to our friends.” 

Holding her tightly in his arms, he made a 
spring into the center of the pool . Instantly they 
were carried upward by the mad rush of water. In 
a moment they stood breathless and safe on the 
rocky beach once more . 

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waited here for our return. ’ ’ A large body of young 
people rushed toward them, singing and shouting. 
They soon covered the dripping pair with garlands 
of flowers, and bore them away to the village of 
Howcu, to the home of Allen and Mania, where a 
grand feast had been prepared for the returning 
merry makers . The lives of these two were, from 
that day forth, a dream of happiness. 


The God of Civilization. 




CHAPTER XXL 

The morning was bright and beautiful on which 
the Eliza Judd, with her returning wanderers, ar- 
rived at the dock at San Francisco. 

As they stepped ashore it seemed strange to 
once more hear the commotion and bustle of a 
large city, the cars rumbling, the blowing of the 
whistles and a thousand and one noises which go 
to form the city’s din. To Ahleka, it was not only 
confusing, but also startling. 

“What is that we hear,” he asked of Mabel, “is 
there war in your land ? ’ ’ 

Mabel laughed heartily as she replied, “No, 
that is the noise made by the march of civilization. 
It is no army of warriors that you hear, but the 
vast army of workmen pursuing their daily voca- 
tions, but I confess it does have a dreadful sound. 
But come, let us take a carriage to my father’s 
home; ” at which they stepped into a carriage, and 
after giving the address of her old home, they were 
driven rapidly from the wharf. Ahleka was much 
interested in the horses. As they were driving 
along he remarked, “Who would have thought 
how pleasant it is to be carried along in this man- 
ner, without the slightest effort on one’s own part? 
Those immense structures that lift their heads so 
nearly to the sky, what are they ?” 


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‘ ‘Oh, those ? They are simply the buildings that 
are considered necessary for the business of the 
city. ’ ’ 

“Is that so? I thought, perhaps, they were 
monuments to the dead, as you have told me that 
your people erect such magnificent tributes to their 
heroes.” 

“They are, indeed, monuments to the dead, but 
not raised in their honor as you suppose. Thou- 
sands of the poor have worked, suffered and died, 
that a few men might reap rich harvests of gold, 
and it is that gold which has built these magnificent 
buildings. For the thousandth part of the money 
that it takes to build one of these structures, hun- 
dreds of men have slaved out horrible existences, 
and have died without one gleam of gladness ever 
having come into their lives.” 

“But why does your ruler permit this? Why 
are not all alike, happy and equal as in my land?” 

“Ah, Ahleka, this is civilization. It would 
never do for every one to be happy in this enlight- 
ened country. Equality is only to be found in 
savage life. Such a thing as universal content- 
ment could not be allowed here. To keep the 
thousands from making any attempt at equality, it 
requires the foot of prosperity to be kept firmly 
and constantly on the neck of adversity.” 

“But, Mabel, I thought that your country was 
different from other countries. I thought that 
here, all men were free and equal, that one man 
was as much respected as another, if he were hon- 


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123 


est and industrious. That is what my father used 
to tell me. He has many times told me that your 
country was the haven of refuge for the poor but 
honest men of all other lands. Is this not true ?’ ’ 
“No, not in practice. It is the theory which 
we hold, but, alas ! we do not put into practice. 
It is the man who has heaped up gold that is 
honored. Wealth, not worth, is the standard by 
which men are measured now-a-days. ’ ’ 

As Mabel finished this remark the carriage stop- 
ped in front of a substantial looking dwelling. 
Mabel sprang lightly out crying, “Come, Ahleka, 
we are home. ’ ’ 

The bell sounded merrily, as she gave it a quick 
ring. It was answered by her aunt, Mrs. May- 
nard, who, upon opening the door, regarded the 
pair standing in front of her with a look of bewil- 
derment for a moment, then exclaimed, “Good 
heavens ! Mabel, is it possible that you have come 
back? But what a fright you do look in those 
clothes. Where in the world did you get them ? 
You look as if you had just come out of the ark. 
And what is this ’ ’ 

Before she could say another word, Mabel inter- 
rupted her with : ‘ ‘This is Ahleka, the king of the 
island of Kaahlanai Aunt Kate, it is due to the 
kindness of himself and his people that I am able 
once more to see you ; for it is they who have cared 
for my every want since we were ship-wrecked. 
But where is my father? Why don’t you tell him 
that I am at home ? ” 


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The God of Civilization. 

As they had been talking, they had entered the 
parlor, and Mrs. Maynard had seated herself as if 
there was nothing further to do, than to hear all 
about Mabel’s adventures. 

‘Toor girl,” exclaimed Mrs. Maynard, ‘‘how 
thoughtless I am. I forgot that of course you could 
not hear anything that had happened here at home, 
when all this time we have not known where to 
send any letters to you. Poor child, how lonesome 
you must have felt. How could you stand it?” 

“Oh aunt Kate, don’t talk of anything else, until 
you have told me of my father. How is he and 
where ? Is he at home ? I want to go to him this 
very minute.” As Mabel said this she started 
toward the door. 

“Mabel, dear, come back and sit down,” said 
Mrs. Maynard, putting a daintily embroidered 
handkerchief to her eyes, which, to tell the truth, 
bore no traces of tears. “Your father,” she con-" 
tinned, ‘ ‘is dead. * He has been dead for two years 
and over; he died — let .me see, it was just ten 
months after you left home. Of course we could 
not send you word as we thought that you were 
drowned; in fact, I may say your father just worried 
himself to death thinking of you, although I told 
him, time and again, it was so foolish of him, for, 
if you were dead it couldn’t be helped, and if you 
were alive, you would likely be taken care of some- 
way, as it really happened, you see. I never could 
see the sense of worrying over things that way, 
but, my poor, dear brother was different.” Mabel 


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sat as if suddenly turned to stone, while her aunt 
delivered this long distribe. Slowly she seemed to 
recover herself and turned to her aunt a face that 
was ashy in its pallor, as she almost whispered: 

‘ ‘Dead ! Aunt Kate, did you say dead ? Oh ! I 
never thought of this . My father who was always 
so strong, dead ! I always thought of him as broken 
hearted by the loss of his daughter. Oh, my 
father, my father. ’ ’ As these words passed her lips 
her body swayed forward slowly and she would 
have fallen to the floor, if Ahleka had not caught 
her in his arms. He laid her gently on a couch, 
which stood near a window, supporting her head 
on his arm. Mrs. Maynard rushed here and there 
about the room in a fruitless search for some 
restorative, wringing her hands and crying: “Oh 
dear, this is just like Mabel; she always did do such 
unexpected things. I never saw any one like her. ’ ’ 

“Get some water,’’ said Ahleka, briefly, “and 
call some one who can assist her.” 

“I will get the water, but dear me^ I don’t want 
any one to see her until she is properly dressed; 
for, of course, as she has just heard of her father’s 
death she must put on mourning, even if he has 
been dead two years.” With this she left the room, 
soon returning with the water Ahleka had asked 
for. 

Mabel slowly regained a sprt of semi-conscious- 
ness, but for hours she lay as motionless as one 
dead, except that her eyes sometimes moved 
slowly about the room. The physician who had 


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been summoned, gravely shook his head as one 
remedy after another failed to have the desired 
effect . The next day he pronounced it a case of 
brain fever. 

For days Mabel hovered on the borders of the 
shadowy land of death. Ahleka scarcely left her 
bedside, night or day, not withstanding the fact that 
Mrs. Maynard was horrified at the frightful im- 
propriety of such a proceeding; in spite of all she 
would say or do, he would stay. 


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127 


CHAPTER XXII. 

MabePs convalescence was slow and tedious, and, 
had it not been for the constant attendance of 
Ahleka in the sick-room, Mabel would have found 
it hard to endure the weary days. Mrs. Maynard 
was glad to leave the care of Mabel to her daugh- 
ter, Eucy Howard, who was most devoted in the care 
of the sick girl. Lucy had remained at her mother’s 
house all through Mabel’s illness. She grew more 
and more attached to the gentle invalid each day. 
Mabel’s strong, self-reliant nature was so different 
from her own. Eucy was one of those women to 
whom love and kindly treatment seem a necessity 
of life. She had looked for love from her mother, 
but Mrs. Maynard was not a woman capable of 
any really true, deep feeling, and when her daugh- 
ter had failed to be a social success she could only 
meet Eucy’s longing for sympathy, with disap- 
pointed repining, and complaints that Eucy was 
herself responsible for her own unhappiness. 

In Eucy Howard’s mp^rried life had been no 
gleam of happiness, not even in the first few 
months of wedded life did Mr. Harry Howard 
think it necessary to defer to his wife’s wishes in 
anything, for, he would say to himself, ‘‘She mar- 
ried me for money and she has got wh,at she mar- 


128 The God of Civili2atio7i. 

ried me for; while I married her because, well, just 
because I thought she would make me a stunning 
wife. But, bah ! She is as insipid as stale cham- 
pagne. What man wants a wife who acts as she 
does? If I’d had the least idea that she would 
have fallen in love with me, her own husband, I 
wouldn’t have married her, I swear I wouldn’t 
For, about the most unpleasant thing a man 
can have happen to him is to have a woman fall 
desperately in love with him. They’re so exacting. ’ ’ 
In this way the dashing Mr. Howard commiserat- 
ed himself. The fact that the heart of this charming 
girl of eighteen, who posseted a sweet, affection- 
ate disposition, in spite of the false training given 
her by her mother, should have turned to him 
with a vast longing for his love in return, had 
struck him as not a pleasant thing. During the 
past three years he had shamelessly neglected her, 
until now, Lucy felt only an intense loathing 
when she thought of her husband, the father of 
her little Mae. 

During the time that Mabel was still confined to 
her room, the most affectionate friendship had 
sprung up between the two cousins. Lucy had 
confided to Mabel the troubles with which her life 
y/as so full. One evening the two had been sitting 
for some time without speaking, when suddenly 
Lucy exclaimed : 

‘ ‘Mabel, I wish I could take my little Mae away 
from all this world of pretense and falsity, to some 
place where she would grow up among those who 


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are pure and true in their lives. I have thought 
many times — but that was before you came home 
— that I would take my little daughter and enter a 
convent ; there, in religious seclusion, to bring her 
up free from the knowledge of the hollowness of 
the world. ’ ’ 

‘‘I am thankful if my coming has put that idea 
out of your mind, for there is no religion so false 
and corrupt as the Catholic ; instead of taking her 
away from the influence of corruption of all kinds, 
you would only have exposed her to still worse 
deceit. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ Do not speak so bitterly of the Catholic faith, 
for Mabel, it has been a great comfort to me in my 
unhappiness.” 

‘ ‘ That may well be, for you need some one to 
whom you can unbosom your sorrows, but I still 
say that I am thankful that I have saved my little 
niece from so horrible a fate as being given, body 
and soul, to that life so fascinating to contemplate, 
but so terrible in reality.” 

‘‘But Mabel, think of it, when she is a little older, 
she will realize that there is a dreadful gulf be- 
tween her father and myself. Then, if she should 
ever come to know, as I do, in all its hideous truth, 
the fact that her father not only openly defles every 
supposed law of morality, but seems proud of the 
fact that he does so. Think Mabel, of my position. 
I know, and all my acquaintances know of his 
avowed admiration for Rosie Hastings, and his 
constant attendance upon her on all occasions. Oh 


130 The God of Civilization, 

Mabel, when I think of it all, it seems as if I 
should go crazy. Does society shun him on account 
of his glaring misdemeanors ? No! No indeed. If 
he were a woman he would not dare to speak to a 
decent person, but he is a man, and a man with 
lots of money, so every one closes their eyes to his 
faults. He is received and made much of every- 
where. Men take him into their homes and present 
him to their wives, without one thought of the 
horrible fact that he is dead to every feeling of 
respect for woman. Mothers allow him to dance 
with, and to amuse their innocent young daughters. 
Oh, Mabel, is it not terrible?” 

“Yes, Lucy, it is, indeed, and, as you say, it is 
because he has money. Money is the God of Civi- 
lization. 

At this moment there was a gentle knock at the 
door which announced the entrance of Ahleka. 

“Ah ! you have returned from your jaunt, have 
you? How did you enjoy it all?” asked Mabel, 
as he sat down beside her. Ahleka had been see- 
ing the wonders of San Francisco, under the gui- 
dance of Mr. Faxon, Mabel’s lawyer. They had 
been gone all day and it was now late in the even- 
ing. 

“Do you ask me how I like it all? All the 
answer I can give, my moonflower, is Kaahlanai is 
best. We will talk it all over to-morrow, but 
now it is too late for you to be sitting up, so, with 
wishes that only sweet thoughts may come to you 
in the still hours of the darkness, I will say good- 


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131 

night to you both. ” Bowing to the cousins, he left 
the room, The conversation which Ahleka had 
interrupted was not resumed, but both Tucy and 
Mabel still thought of it as they prepared to retire. 


132 


The God of Civilisation. 


CHAPTER XXIII. 

The day after the arrival of the Eliza Judd, Cap- 
tain Gray left for New York, where his former 
home had been. His long exile from his native 
land and the loss of his family had embittered him. 
He felt no desire to return to Kaahlanai, where his 
daughter had defied his commands, following the 
promptings of her own heart. Eife seemed to 
Captain Gray, a battle to be fought anew. He 
was no longer young, and it was a hard trial, at 
his age, to face the loss, not only of his family, 
but also his vessel, and, with her almost all his 
worldly possessions; therefore, we need not be sur- 
prized that he appeared a broken old man, as he 
boarded the train bound eastward. 

“Eucy,” said Mabel one morning, about six 
months after the arrival of the Eliza Judd at San 
Francisco, ‘ ‘ Ahleka and I have been talking over 
our intended return to Kaahlanai. We, both of 
4 us prefer the free life there, to that which is led 
here. We have chartered the Eliza Judd for the 
trip. Captain Harris says that he will be ready to 
leave in about a week.” 

‘‘Oh! Mabel,” exclaimed Eucy, “how am I going 
to exist without you ? It seems dreadful to think 
of your leaving me again; but Mabel, after all, 


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The God of Civilization. 

why need yon leave me behind ? Cannot my little 
Mae and I go with you ? There, among those 
people, whom you have already taught me to love, 
I may still be happy; there I can bring my darling 
child up according to the dictates of nature, and 
need not follow the false ideas that are adhered to 
among our own people. May we go with you?’’ 

“Inded you may; we will be only too glad to 
take you to that paradise where all are so happy. 
But your husband, will he not object? And will 
not your mother place obstacles in your way ?’ ’ 
“My husband has passed out of my life entirely. 
Why, do you know, it has been over two months 
since I have seen him, or even heard from him. I 
know he is travelling somewhere in the east accom- 
panied by that creature, Rosie Hastings. As to 
my mother, I cannot help it, if she does not like it . 
I shall not let pass this opportunity of securing 
happiness for myself and Mae. 

“lyucy, you do not know how glad I am that 
you have decided to accompany us. I did so want 
to ask you to go, but thought it best to wait until 
your own heart made you speak.” 

That same afternoon Mabel had a long talk with 
Mr. Faxon, her lawyer, in regard to money matters, 
the result of which was, that Mabel set aside a 
certain sum of money for the use of her aunt, Mrs. 
Maynard. The residue of her property was to be 
divided amongst deserving people of the middle 
class; that class, whose whole existence is one 
struggle to get on in life without letting outsiders 


134 'The God of Civilisatio7i, 

know how hard the battle is, in which they fight. 

“For theirs is the hardest lot of all,’’ said Mabel; 
“they cannot ask help, and cannot take it without 
lowering their self esteem. The very poor ask, and 
receive help, but these, never; they must suffer in 
silence. ’ ’ 

The money was to be sent to them in such a 
manner, that none of the recipients should ever 
know whose hand had relieved them of the heavy 
burdens they had borne so long and patiently. 

On Wednesday morning, the i6th of April, 1890, 
there was a wedding at Mrs. Maynard’s home, 
which was unique, to say the least of it. The few 
friends who had assembled to witness the ceremony, 
were astonished beyond expression, to see the bride 
and groom enter the room clad, not in the conven- 
tional bridal array, but simply wearing the grass 
skirts, shell bracelets and necklaces belonging to 
the native land of the groom. Mrs. Maynard felt 
that she could never get over the disgrace of such 
an unheard-of performance. 

After the wedding, the happy pair, accompained 
by Lucy and little Mae, left for the Eliza Judd. 
An hour later the Judd was towed clear of her 
wharf, and Mabel looked for the last time on the 
land of her birth. The departure was watched by 
a curious crowd of acquaintances, who all wondered 
if Mabel were not a little affected, mentally. Little 
did the departing voyagers care what was thought 
of them; they were content to know that they had 
chosen the better part. 


The God of Civilisation, 135 

The trip to Kaahlanai was uneventful. Day 
after day being passed in the same lazy manner, 
until one morning Captain Harris at the breakfast 
table, said: ‘‘We shall see Kaahlanai to-day and, if 
the wind keeps fair as it is now, we shall land 
there to-night . ’ ’ 

His words proved true. It was not long before^ 
they sighted the island. From that moment, until 
they landed in the evening, the exciteihent of the 
little party was intense. The ship had been seen by 
the inhabitants of the island, so that by the time 
they landed, there was an expectant crowd on the 
beach. Imagine the delight of the assembled 
throng, on beholding in the approaching boat, 
Ahleka, their beloved king, and Mabel, whom 
they loved almost as dearly. The meeting was 
touching in the extreme ; there was feasting and 
merry making for days after their arrival. Mabel 
and Ahleka tried in vain to induce Captain Harris 
to remain for a few days with them, but he 
answered, “No. As you know I came considerably 
out of my way to bring you here, and now I must 
be on my way to Australia. I hope I shall never 
have to come into such a dangerous neighborhood 
again.” So, bidding them good-bye, he departed, 
leaving them happy and content, to be again 
united with their loved ones on this isle of the sea, 
and there we wilLJeave them also. 


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PRBSS iVOrJCBS 


The sketches of Hawaii and the Hawaiians, with illus- 
trations, which appeared last week and are completed 
in this issue, were written by Mrs. M. A. Pittock, who 
spent a year on the islands, and has recently become a 
resident of Chicago — Graphic^ Chicago, Sept. 27. 


Mrs. M. A. Pittock, who has contributed a number of 
bright, readable stories for the Inter-Ocean and leading 
papers and magazines, has just written a clever little 
book descriptive of tropical life, entitled “The God of 
Civilization.” — Inter-Ocean, Chicago, Sept. 28. 


“The God of Civilization” is the title of a romance, by 
Mrs. M. A. Pittock, which is soon to be published. The 
scene of the opening chapters is laid in San Francisco, 
and the story is said to have a very tropical flavor. Mrs. 
Pittock is well known on the Pacific Coast, and has writ- 
ten much for the eastern magazines and papers. — Argon- 
aut, San Francisco, Oct. 6. 


“The God of Civilization” is the odd title of a charm- 
ing story of adventure, which has just been issued by 
the Fureka Publishing Company, Inter-Ocean building, 
^ Chicago. The author is well known in Portland, being 
the wife of G. W. Pittock, formerly of Portland, and the 
daughter of R. Weeks, Esq. The favorable notice which 
her writings have attracted of late from leading eastern 
papers is very flattering. — Sunday Oregonian , Oct. 5. 


One of the brightest books of the season has just made 
its appearance, entitled “ The God of Civilization.” The 
author is Mrs. M. A. Pittock, whose writings in Chicago 
and eastern papers have been favorably commented up- 
on. It is an extremely interesting novel, treating of life 
in the mid-Pacific tropics in a style that shows that she 
is both familiar with the people and the customs, and 
loves the scenes which she describes so vividly. — Netv 
York Journalist, Oct. ii. 



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